Cold and clammy drunken hobbits,
with flower sprites that trickle
from the clouds above, they pull
out their majic wand, and shot it
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this poem is for a friend of mine who died in the 12th grade,2 days before the end of high school, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
this is nice, .. good tribute, David. eager verse. makes me think of Lord of the Rings. the Hobbit is one of my favorite books. Goldy