Thread: THE WORD GAME

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some weired fruit

of loom, which

tasted like grass

flavored burlap which

melted at the

break of dawn

between the borders

that looked like

they were used

too many times

as a broiling

might take place

before nightfall, except

there were none

of those who

wanted to watch

that were so

afraid of the

phantom chicken heart 


because of the

soul that was

rotten and smelly

but still worth

a penny or

half of a

Norwegian teacher's salary

or a hobbits

imitation mithril shirt

it meant that

he could not

trade it with

the marbles that

was kept in

a secret chamber

hidden away from

any normal being

with wings which

were so large

that they could

only just fit

the trolls from

the land of

hope and glory

where blue fairies

who's eternal beauty

came trough the

magic land of

Middle -Earth where the

hobbits frolic happily

around the springle