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Literature
Lizards in Love
(The song of Kobolds employed in a Dragons' lair)
With gloating apologies to Jackson Browne
We just can't keep up with what's crawling 'round...
It's cold, so our heart rates are slowing down...
Among you monster drakes
We get squished like snowflakes,
    And so we hide and sing behind the drapes...
        With the covert sounds of... lizards in love...
You dragons soar up high, you're beautiful...
We look aloft and sigh, we're dutiful...
We clean your royal suites...
And hope you'll bring us treats!
   Usually it's more commands, like 'Change the sheets'...
        On the tired backs of... lizards in love...
Last night you dragons sat up near the fire,
And we were cold.
One of you thought we should be eaten
Since we speak our minds...
We hid deep in our holes...
And prayed for our poor souls...  
   And poured the peanut oil on the coals...
       So you can't stir-fry us... lizar
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Literature
Aunt Beast
I do not hide the fact that I’m
Enthralled by A Wrinkle in Time,.
I cannot kythe, or else project
Myself out through a tesseract
But for all that, I love and glory
In L’Engle’s brilliant story.
Shadows, angels in old clothes,
Flying centaurs (I love those!)
Make me able, for a bit
To cope with Camazotz—and IT.
(Those are dire, rather scary—
Like the Murrys, I don’t tarry!
)
Feeling so, you’d think me mean
When that book hits the big screen,
To glower and not to call it ‘groovy.’
Someone’s missing from the movie.
Ticket buyers all got fleeced!
Disney WENT AND CUT AUNT BEAST!
Oprah wearing disco gear,
Mrs. Who with vision clear,
Charles adopted, Whatsit gabby,
(Centaurs swapped for cabbage cabby?)
Disney’s version rumpled, creased—
AND THEY EXCISED POOR AUNT BEAST!
It gets worse—because, you see,
In pursuit of ‘diversity’
They made such changes, for the worse.
What, pray, c
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Literature
The Victor
I stood alone, and held my own,
With fang and claw and breath,
Against Hell's legions. I, unknown
Now lie here, close to death.
In folly, or perhaps fool's pride
I gave all I could give.
But martyrdom's (for now) denied
For yet I do still live.
I blocked the way they marched to slay
The human folk below.
My fury turned the night to day
My flame made granite glow.
Three times they charged, three times they fled,
I stood and struck to kill.
Now devils by the score lie dead
And I am living still.
Their poisoned darts obscured the stars,
The moon made dim by spears.
My blows left fatal wounds, not scars,
I realized their fears.
An arch demon came forth at last
Struck with his flaming whip.
And I survive and he has passed
In my unyielding grip.
My blood drips slowly on the stone
My wings are marred by rents
Vultures and wolves know I'm alone
And linger in suspense,
To know when the torn drake will die
So they may come and feed.
The reek of hunger swells, yet I
Will not yet glut their need.
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Literature
Naturalist's Notes on N2O
Several stanzas from "Naturalist's Notes on a Planet with a
                   High Nitrous Oxide Atmosphere."

Frookies greeble late at night,
And glabverate the Breem.
Yet when Zerks gurble,
They take fright,
And groop!  So it would seem.
And underneath the Bonxa shrubs,
The delraps lurk and mumble.
For when the greebling Frookie grubs,
They're far too zorched to grumble.
The Bindlewurst ginks through the murk
And makes the tem-trees spooky.
But even Sebfleps do not lurk
Around the greebling Frookie.
Yet in the sea the Sim-sops dwell,
And Gunglefrids beneath,
And never once does Frookie smell
Pollute the roaring reef.
On mountainsides, Kiyonbers mince
With tiny steps, and cleavers.
And should a Frookie gnurp or wince,
They slap their tails, like beavers.
And once I saw the Mondlemynd,
A sight as rare as rubies!
No Frookie could compare with such!
And but a few Urdnoobies!
The ten teeth of the Glinkercrig
Are pointed, like t
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Literature
Quandrary
There always is so much to do,
Projects to plan, plans to review...
Machines to mend, in need of stuff
How shall I find the time enough?
In my eyes, such visions swirled.
I can build a better world.
I can share what I can see
But where's the strength to MAKE it be?
Like a flame of burning coal
I ignite things with my soul.
Never caring if it's wanted
I push through, strive on, undaunted.
Genius, vision drives me on.
To repair what fools made gone.
Machine artistry's what thrills.
My sore hand is what fulfils.
Yes there's failure, rueful laughter.
Reckoning of which comes after.
Shards and splinters of my dreams
Kindling for successor schemes!
Sisyphus is not this me.
I shall make my visions BE.
No dream-boilers go unheated.
I SHALL NEVER BE DEFEATED!
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Literature
Pronunciamento
Color and line
To control them is mine.
With some frustration
Imagination
Lures and compels...
I have intense spells.
Image and shape
I can't escape
Dreams I must heed.
Driven by need,
I must depict
What I can't predict.
 
Tricks played with light
Bore, or delight,
Always first--me.
Can what I see
Please or amuse
Or just confuse?
 
My art is mine,
Clumsy, or fine.
Hackneyed, or new,
Here for your view.
Say what you see...
It has pleased me.
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Literature
Do You Want to Kill a Snowman?
Do you want to kill a snowman?
Let’s do one in today.
Can’t stand to see them any more.
They really bore–
Let’s make them go away.
They thought they’d make good sidekicks,
They SO do not!
Let’s make those frozen turkeys DIE!
Come on, let’s kill a snowman!
Can’t stand to see another snowman…
Tempting thought, really!
You know WHY!
Now it’s time to kill a snowman!
Let’s ram a road flare through his head!
Use a flamethrower and
We’ll go to ‘Burning Man!'
And make him dead!
We’ll get the small one first,
Save worse stuff for the worst…
Come on, let’s get those snow men…
We’ll lure one and then we will end him.
Just watch him on the screen
And once they all have seen
No one who has will dare defend him!
We know that they’re out there…
Those stupid annoying snow men…
They simper, prance and sing
They make me want to sling
Some gasoline and then…
We
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Literature
The Dragon's Breath
Thermoriax's shadow fell upon the moonlit ground.
The castle's battlements stood dark, its empty windows frowned.
A dry and sere December gripped the land in misery
With all the town in hunger and unbroken poverty.
From deep within her mountains, the silver dragon soared.
Cold clouds, harsh winds around her, mist, frost, snow alike ignored.
She saw the place for which she sought, her flight was swift and straight.
The townsfolk, huddled, miserable, had no hint of their fate.
The homes and empty shops lay grouped around the village square.
The dragoness halted her flight--a Christmas tree stood there.
No ornaments or glitter shone, grim indigence made clear.
A dragon flew on Christmas night, and that sight drew her near.
She fixed upon the undecked tree, with narrowed, slitted eyes
And circled, shaking clouds and branches with her booming cries!
The village doors flew open, frightened people looked to see
The flashing silver shadow--What would its actions be?
Her jaws gaped, bared her r
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Literature
The Contractor
Joseph was quite strong, it seems,
Hardened moving heavy beams,
Toughened from the nails and saws
Stout and firm, with ample cause.
 
A man posed to meet life's demands,
Skillful builder, calloused hands,
Trained well in demanding art,
But he had a loving heart.
 
Think of how it was, that day,
When he saw his fiancée
Bearing someone else's child.
His reaction? Kind and mild.
 
He played such a noble role.
Love, not anger in his soul.
He'd not shame her, though he'd known
That the child was not his own.
Taxes, census, pregnant bride.
David's line, resilient pride.
Filled-up inn, yet he was able
To make a home within a stable.
Then God's will, the Angels' choir,
Awe-struck shepherds, Heaven's fire.
Magi, gifts, a birth to hide--
Herod bid infanticide.
 
No. Joseph steeled an iron will.
Love and strength availed him still.
Off to Egypt, Babe and wife.
Joseph's strength to shelter life.
 
Lost long years, his fate unknown--
Loved a boy-child not his own.
Taug
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Literature
Vain Little Charmer
Always lock your jewelry box.
It prevents those starts and shocks
That come when some sweet little drake
Figures what to wear, and take.
Ripped from your plundered jewelry box
Are all the hasps, and all the locks
That gave way in protesting heed
To a small dragon's need, and greed.
Now she tinkers, looks and seems
A dragon empress, crowned with gleams.
She smiles, whispers haughtily
'No other dragon shines like me.'
She poses, preens, rubs diamonds clearer.
Dragon diva, in the mirror.
Purrs, head on her greedy claws
And dreams of gemstones lacking flaws.
Next to your empty jewelry box
Not far, as a princess walks
The fairest of the dragon girls
Is sleeping sprawled on all your pearls.
Her bedecked coiled shape beguiles,
Your own reflection frowns, then smiles,
Her joy is worth more than your rocks.
You get a new, steel jewelry box.
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Literature
Friendship
We leaned upon a counter
    And swapped a joke or two.
We'd come from different places.
    So old good ones seemed new
We'd gladly waste each other's time,
    And toss songs to and fro.
We had some pleasant evenings then.
    About a year ago.
We sat and took a cup of tea.
    (I'd dropped in rather late)
We threw some songs together
    And sent them to their fate.
We'd toss a tape in the machine
    And let the music flow.
We really murdered misery then.
    'Twas six months back or so.
We'd not bring matters fast to end.
    But God! It seemed too soon.
We went book buying, friend and friend,
    Was that just back in June?
We let each other know our faults.
    That's risky, quite, you know.
But we had other things to do.
    And summers quickly go.
We look across a gorge, it seems.
    A chasm seldom closed.
Our paths diverging to extremes
 
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Literature
Adrift through Sliding Doors
Which When are we in right now?
We must take bearings soon.
Who’s the president, and how
Did Who get to the moon?
We have to get our bearings
Drifting in the Space-Time Sea.
Just hope these Allies all put down
Their Nazi Germany!
This sort of thing happens a lot.
Zelazny showed us how.
What shade of Amber is this world?
Can we find ‘Roadmarks’ now?
Turn your back, things get wiped clean
As by a windshield wiper.
In alternating shifts of scene
You have to pay the Piper!
It always seems that something BAD
Shapes ‘alt-realities.’
Dread dictators, a world gone mad
Or some new dire disease.
Could possibly instead could things
Perhaps go far more right?
Say, knowing what each whale sings...
Cold fusion brought to light?
It wouldn’t take that much to make
A world be much more fun.
Franz Ferdinand catches a break
And we miss World War One!
Let’s say the lookout falls asleep
So Murdoch won’t get manic.
A mild bump, a tiny seep,
A limping, f
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Literature
T
Far off in Ceylon grows a plant known as 'tea.'
For reasons of harvest, a bush, not a tree.
The plants grow and flourish, the planter receives
His due playing Autumn (he takes off the leaves).
The latter are processed (sun-shriveled, I mean)
And if hardly dried out, the tea will be green.
If they’re very dry, and their little sides crack
They'll be called orange pekoe, but really look black.
If they should be neither, why that's nothing wrong--
Tea leaves greenish-blackish are labeled 'oolong.'
Small leaves from high mountains are christened, revealing
Their great, lofty lineage:  They call them 'Darjeeling.'
They sort them, and chop them, and then the work lags--
Some get ground and powdered or put in tea bags.
The best go to India, or Great Britain first,
The Green goes to Asia and we get the worst.
The Chinese add jasmine, a gourmet's delight,
The Brits add so much milk they take their tea 'white.'
And if you would like to make an expert scream
Don't offer him milk--just
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Literature
Do You LOVE Me? The Sea-Folk Verson
[Scene:  The open ocean.  A Pod of dolphins swims into view and
swings into a circular formation.  A {webbed} hand breaks the water
and grasps an "Ariel Sing-A-Long" microphone floating conveniently
nearby on an "Ariel" floating soap dish.  The singer's head and
shoulders break the water, while the dolphins go into an AA-oo vamp
through their blowholes.]

Singer: {spoken}    "Baby...you said it couldn't happen,
                   "'Cause I couldn't live in the sea!
                   "But I found myself a geneticist whiz
                   "And look what has happened to me!"
         {sings}   "Do you LOVE me?"
Dolphins:           "Doo waa doo."
Singer:             "Do you LOVE me?"
D:  
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Literature
For Mavra
Loving service,
Weary--nervous.
Filth surrounds,
And woe abounds,
She endures it all.
Faithful daughter,
Rests in water.
Tired, bored.
Oft ignored.
Yet she still stands tall.
Caring friend
Up to the end.
Sighing, grieving,
Yet believing
Past a darkened pall.
Dreamed of, cherished,
By the perished
And the living
For her giving;
Held up, lest she'll fall.
Darkness lightens
That which frightens
Falters, fading,
She keeps wading
Past depression's wall.
Things much greater
Still await her.
Smiles, touches,
Long close clutches.
Love comes at her call.
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Literature
For Mary: The Process of Creation
I draw at night
Using memories of light
In the hope that the sight
Of my work will please.
The things that I draw
Every marvel, or flaw
In my mind's eye I saw
With joyous ease.
You behold, you might, then praise.
I draw more both nights and days...
You share ideas,
And I trap them with lines,
Adding colors and shade
To give them form.
If my work is skilled,
You behold, and are thrilled
And the two of us filled
With thoughts that warm.
What shall I draw here and now?
I imagine... Draw it how?
I sit erect,
Take my tablet in hand
For my visions demand
I trap them now.
I know what I see,
How can I make it be
What I strenuously
Trace with my hand?
All want beauty, no less I...
It's my duty--dream, and try...
Such things I see,
It must not be just me
Before memories flee
To tack them down.
Now it is done
(And the drawing was fun)
Have I lost or won?
Will you smile or frown?
You send thanks, promise a verse...
I, then, could perhaps have done worse...
I draw at night
Using memories of light
I
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(The song of Kobolds employed in a Dragons' lair)

With gloating apologies to Jackson Browne

We just can't keep up with what's crawling 'round...
It's cold, so our heart rates are slowing down...
Among you monster drakes
We get squished like snowflakes,
    And so we hide and sing behind the drapes...
        With the covert sounds of... lizards in love...

You dragons soar up high, you're beautiful...
We look aloft and sigh, we're dutiful...
We clean your royal suites...
And hope you'll bring us treats!
   Usually it's more commands, like 'Change the sheets'...
        On the tired backs of... lizards in love...

Last night you dragons sat up near the fire,
And we were cold.
One of you thought we should be eaten
Since we speak our minds...
We hid deep in our holes...
And prayed for our poor souls...  
   And poured the peanut oil on the coals...
       So you can't stir-fry us... lizards in love!
Lizards in Love
This is the theme song from the Monsterpiece Theater 54 part miniseries, Uplairs, Downlairs
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I do not hide the fact that I’m
Enthralled by A Wrinkle in Time,.
I cannot kythe, or else project
Myself out through a tesseract
But for all that, I love and glory
In L’Engle’s brilliant story.

Shadows, angels in old clothes,
Flying centaurs (I love those!)
Make me able, for a bit
To cope with Camazotz—and IT.
(Those are dire, rather scary—
Like the Murrys, I don’t tarry!
)

Feeling so, you’d think me mean
When that book hits the big screen,
To glower and not to call it ‘groovy.’
Someone’s missing from the movie.
Ticket buyers all got fleeced!
Disney WENT AND CUT AUNT BEAST!

Oprah wearing disco gear,
Mrs. Who with vision clear,
Charles adopted, Whatsit gabby,
(Centaurs swapped for cabbage cabby?)
Disney’s version rumpled, creased—
AND THEY EXCISED POOR AUNT BEAST!

It gets worse—because, you see,
In pursuit of ‘diversity’
They made such changes, for the worse.
What, pray, could be more diverse
Than an alien, sweet and mild,
Nursing a burned human child?

Meg harmed, frozen, nearly dead,
Sheltered in a stranger’s bed,
Counseled, cared for, even loved,
By someone that DISNEY SHOVED!
All interest I had has ceased
In a film that lacks Aunt Beast.

These days, The Man with Red Eyes
Seems at hand in mundane guise.
We seem to lack all defense.
CENTRAL Central Intelligence
Finds out all we think and say.
‘Do not question, just obey.’

I worry, wring my hands out lots,
As Earth turns into Camazotz.
I’ll fight the Shadow, ward my nation,
Pray, and act the aberration.
And when my failing strengths have ceased
Hope to find my own Aunt Beast.
Aunt Beast
She just loved, nursed, and comforted a mauled human child. AND THEY CUT HER?

This PERFECT preview image used by the grace of 

tamarandom.deviantart.com/

whose gallery contains other lovely images.
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I stood alone, and held my own,
With fang and claw and breath,
Against Hell's legions. I, unknown
Now lie here, close to death.
In folly, or perhaps fool's pride
I gave all I could give.
But martyrdom's (for now) denied
For yet I do still live.

I blocked the way they marched to slay
The human folk below.
My fury turned the night to day
My flame made granite glow.
Three times they charged, three times they fled,
I stood and struck to kill.
Now devils by the score lie dead
And I am living still.

Their poisoned darts obscured the stars,
The moon made dim by spears.
My blows left fatal wounds, not scars,
I realized their fears.
An arch demon came forth at last
Struck with his flaming whip.
And I survive and he has passed
In my unyielding grip.

My blood drips slowly on the stone
My wings are marred by rents
Vultures and wolves know I'm alone
And linger in suspense,
To know when the torn drake will die
So they may come and feed.
The reek of hunger swells, yet I
Will not yet glut their need.

I hear footsteps made carefully,
I lift my bleeding head.
A child's voice calls out to me,
No threat, but help, instead.
The boy flying the kite I spared
Sees me on bloodied ground.
He’s mastered fright. Politely scared
His elders cluster round.

They drive their cattle for my need,
Their healer's dressed my hurts.
My wounds are cleansed, my pain relieved,
My blood no longer spurts.
I feel my strength slowly return
Of both body, and will.
So let all of our foes now learn
That I am living, still.
The Victor
I once wrote a poem about a doomed dragon deciding to ward off Hell's attack upon the village below his mountain.  It turns out he made it, after all.
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Several stanzas from "Naturalist's Notes on a Planet with a
                   High Nitrous Oxide Atmosphere."


Frookies greeble late at night,
And glabverate the Breem.
Yet when Zerks gurble,
They take fright,
And groop!  So it would seem.

And underneath the Bonxa shrubs,
The delraps lurk and mumble.
For when the greebling Frookie grubs,
They're far too zorched to grumble.

The Bindlewurst ginks through the murk
And makes the tem-trees spooky.
But even Sebfleps do not lurk
Around the greebling Frookie.

Yet in the sea the Sim-sops dwell,
And Gunglefrids beneath,
And never once does Frookie smell
Pollute the roaring reef.

On mountainsides, Kiyonbers mince
With tiny steps, and cleavers.
And should a Frookie gnurp or wince,
They slap their tails, like beavers.

And once I saw the Mondlemynd,
A sight as rare as rubies!
No Frookie could compare with such!
And but a few Urdnoobies!

The ten teeth of the Glinkercrig
Are pointed, like the Frookie's,
Yet they still chew the Mugger Fig
And make it into cookies.

Endleworms live in the mould,
The Frookies find them dreadful.
For when their trees fall, being old,
They're sure to get a head full.

And gorged on fremdl, Mundleslags
Go gallivanting madly.
Yet should one reach the Frookie crags,
They're treated rather badly.

The singing of the Meeblework
Echoes throughout the vallies,
The Frookies shriek, the Ginddong snorts,
The tired Freemwurg rallies.

The pythons got here long ago,
And Frookies watch them slither.
And yet the Frookies do not know
From whence they move, or whither.

Yet though the Frookies glabverate
And dominate my works,
Still something makes them hesitate,
The gurbling, lurching Zerks.
Naturalist's Notes on N2O
The extraordinary works of this brilliant, incredibly original artist:

moawallin.deviantart.com/

reminded me of this old poem of mine, which I present to you all in the hope that MoaWallin and the weirder among you will prize it.  It owes much to Jack Vance's Cadwal trilogy.

No. I loathe mushrooms of any variety or description.
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Face them all, stand firm, and know
That you have sought the fate you face.
Watch the crowds, all screaming, go,
Strive for glory, risk disgrace.

They will hold themselves quite blameless.
You, they’ll fault for their own vice.
Those who lead them will be shameless.
Souls sold for a paltry price.

You desired this—now endure it.
You’ve done wonders, now hold fast.
Do your best, and yet be sure it
Is your blunders they'll mark last.

Face it calmly, square your shoulders.
Honor those who’ve gone before.
Let the slanders strike like boulders.
Take all they can throw, and more.

You are needed. Duty calls you.
Have the courage to work on.
That thing well-built still enthralls you.
It will last when they have gone.

What you make well will out-live you.
What you strengthen will grow strong.
Those who hate will not forgive you.
Take the blows, and do no wrong.
The Titan
Who marks the pain upon the giant's face?

The image is of John Ericsson, one of the great geniuses of the Age of Steam, and a man who overcame much evil and unreasoned opposition--colored brilliantly by oneredsf.deviantart.com/, who graciously let me use his colored version.
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Wendy Terwilleger
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Just a note...

I am very grateful to any artist with the kindness and consideration to share that person's creativity.  It takes courage, gives someone a real chance to hurt you with a cruel internet comment, and you risk your most precious dreams and visions being trampled or mocked by thoughtless people.

I am very grateful.  I try to make some small return with praise, support, and USEFUL NEVER CRUEL comments.  If you can't say something nice... But I also know, very well, the ache and emptiness that comes from no feedback on something you had the courage to share...

AND... (not a 'but.'  Please don't ignore everything before the 'but!')

When you put a large, obscuring watermark through your art, you are obviously more concerned about someone stealing your work than seeing your work.  As I see it, it rather negates the whole thing involved with putting it up at all.  I want to see the picture, not a distracting graphic--and not all watermarks ARE distracting graphics!  If you make that impossible, it's your choice, but know this from me:

I will not comment upon or award a 'favorite' to any picture, no matter how good, or how in need of friendly suggestions, that has such a large and distracting watermark upon it.  By all means, do whatever you wish or think best with your creativity--but when I can't appreciate it, I won't support it.  I hate to say this in addition, but it's a simple flat truth--most of the stuff I see protected by a large, distracting watermark didn't have snowball's chance in Hades of being copied or stolen.

To those of you who so unselfishly share--thank you, so very much.

Wendy

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GabyCoutino Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Nice gallery

Have a bunny
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner 4 days ago
Thank you... I hear those cam be rabbit-forming...
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Varagka Featured By Owner May 5, 2018  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav!
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner May 6, 2018
Thank you for sharing such a lovely work of art.
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killer095 Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for reading and watching! Also appreciate you sharing "Change in Fortune" around :)
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2018
You do need a proofreader, but I do know about the mind outracing the fingers, it's not disreputable!  Word's Grammar Checker is a step in the right direction.

I am quite impressed by the breadth and width of your imagination, reminds me of this author and friend:

nate-walis.deviantart.com/

Thank you for sharing such fascinating creativity.
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killer095 Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, while I'm happy you could see past them, it's still upsetting to know a few errors slipped through. I'll do my best to work on that.

And I'll be sure to check that writer out as well!
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2018
You may find an alteration or two of form in my own verse...  You truly are an intriguing writer.
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moondragonwings Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2018
Thanks for the Watch!
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2018
Had I known you were HERE... Had a browse through my 'Favorites' and poetry yet?
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