Control
Here the fair one sleeps,
Let her rest for her beauty,
If she were to wake,
The world would tremble,
With fear we’d quake,
For this fair goddess that rests,
Holds the world in her dazzling hand,
Fingers cradling the faith to all,
And palm perching tight above our lives,
Would crush us surely in one great fall,
A clasp so light and we’d see the light,
The end of the world,
Is under control,
By this mother Earth,
We only rest in her great hand,
Merely waiting for the end.
Nobody even try to take this, it is copyright by scholastic, im bringing out my own poetry illustration book, heh, yeah unbelievable.









Well hi. Nice to see you again, stranger.
Who are you again?
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xox
; - ; It's ok I'm a mountain man, too.
I got You.
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maaaah.
Lets put this in bold, shall we? e.e
And Italics! Good lord, CANT forget the Italics!
HEATHER IS A MOUNTAIN MAN.
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maaaah.
That sounds odd.
Muahaha! In case ya don't know who I am I will give you the following hints: I'm not mexican, Chess is racist and I WILL NEVER EAT JERKY OR SLIM JIMS EVER AGAIN!!!!! Hope that clears it up,
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In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Ah..the power of...Fish...love it...smell it...eat it.
"I am Pking Mad!"
*points finger at you* Bakyun!
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