Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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nil; the rope
was larger than
his string-like thread
It was visited
by tiny insects
and collectors from
all over the
Shire except for
the Tooks since
they never were
really involved with
that kind of
childish naive enjoyment
of blowing bubbles
into small faces
that made tears
in the eyes
rolling down the
cheeks of my
brand new pyjamas
into my pocket-protector
which was ruined
for the second
time this week
In the meantime
everyone was circling
the merry-go-round hoping
any member of
the horses would
be the champion
or rather King
of the famous
Austrian Lipizzaner Stallions
dreaming of Hungarian
Princess Borbala (Hungarian for Barbara), for
dancing in the
the dark woods
with apples'n carrots
strung on-a cord
with mushrooms and
letters written by
Bilbo, Frodo and
other various lefties
from Hobbiton and
places where radical
rebellious natures endured
just so long
as their masters
ordered them behind
fences where nobody
