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Noble oboe now sings every next saturday evening (Free verse) by ALChemy

Pale meadows streaming blue waves of Tuscany dreams fellowships embark upon the Moonbeam Starship Satellite willows lead the way to home and lost memories what pure delight.

Niphredil 11-Oct-05/11:29 AM
I liked it. Not for any particular turn of phrase but for the soft dreamlike quality I felt it evoked. But I would get rid of the 'Satellite' bit, not everything has to stay a pure train of thought...




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