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Oh my, the deadline looms and here I sit With parchment still unblemished, drying ink Upon the freshly sharpened quill; my wit Abandons me, the mind declines to think! The hero comes from Greece? Or was it Rome? He quests to seek the something something? **** Or maybe he’s attempting to get home? NO! NO! He’s not a bleating little lamb! Of course! A dusky maiden, she’ll be caught In some forsaken dungeon / castle? Nice! And after all his enemies are fought The hero saves the day and we rejoice!         Oh **** my hero still requires a name;         Da dum da dum ... I think I'll call him Dwayne!
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
The Unfinished Work
Oh my, the deadline looms and here I sit With parchment still unblemished, drying ink Upon the freshly sharpened quill; my wit Abandons me, the mind declines to think! The hero comes from Greece? Or was it Rome? He quests to seek the something something? **** Or maybe he’s attempting to get home? NO! NO! He’s not a bleating little lamb! Of course! A dusky maiden, she’ll be caught In some forsaken dungeon / castle? Nice! And after all his enemies are fought The hero saves the day and we rejoice!         Oh **** my hero still requires a name;         Da dum da dum ... I think I'll call him Dwayne!
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
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