Frolicking through woods and hollows, fairy folk find fabulous fun. Twisting and turning upon wispy wings, to lift and fall as snow. Looking down on mortal folk with total disdain, for nay flights of tiny things aloft oft go unknown.
Child born of fairy stock nay doth want for owt, wings full of gold dust and raindrops to wash and drink.
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SeasideMan
Pro - 2008-06-16 @ 21:33:18
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boredrich
- 2008-06-17 @ 08:18:04
thats fantastic isnt it It is a difficult thing to do though isnt it
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Lots of f's in that instead of e's! Good effort.
Tom.