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Jun 2014
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!
Tryst
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Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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     Tryst, ---, ---, r, Pamela Rae and 3 others
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