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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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Literature
The Dragon Dance
(With Apologies to Men without Hats
and in loving memory of Thermoriax Technodragon)

 
There's a dance on the mountain,
I would leave your sword behind.
But it ought to be fun,
And it ought to be hot,
Hot enough to blow your mind!
 
Once a year all the dragons
Get the urge to bust a move.
And it's well worth the chance
When the dragons dance
To go and watch the great wyrms groove.
It’s just like… D&D!
 
All the dragons are moving
In ways you won't believe.
And nobody's distressed,
So I'm kind of impressed
At how they all watch
Where they breathe.
 
You can dance with Bahamut!
He's a nice guy overall.
But Tiamat's stuck in the corner
Since she just can't dance at all.
 
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Everywhere batwings and claws...
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
All the forked tongues and maws...
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Try not to blemish a scale!
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Kindly get OFF my tail!
 
There's n
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Literature
Bachelor Centaur
I stand, a proud stallion, my tail held high,
My bearing still strong and my top shoulders squared,
And watch other parts of the world going by,
And watch from a distance the things I've not shared.
From safety I watch and can say I've enjoyed
The lives of the families, the mares, stallions, and foals.
I've seen and protected, and never destroyed.
The joy of those distant, yet happier souls.
My life is my own, still, though friends have their claims,
And honor, and duty, and courage take shares.
I'm burned yet by wistfulness, weak, yet fierce flames,
And find that I'm not exempt from others' cares.
Though left to myself, I find that I can prize
The laugh of a filly, the smile of a colt.
The look of respect in an onlooker's eyes,
The knowledge that I'm one to whom others bolt.
I'm yet, still, a teacher, though not in the schools.
But knowledge I've garnered I've tried hard to share,
And ways of good conduct, those absolute rules
That brings foals to discipline, shields the old mare.
The
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Literature
Ursula's Hungry Pear
Let all the artists salute
Vernon's unique, dentate fruit.
You don't know 'dentate?'
Oh, good grief!
'Dentate' means 'equipped with teeth.'
Such a viand, might, with spite,
Match you, tasting, BITE FOR BITE!
Touch it not, bugs, with a feeler.
Housewife, spare the rusty peeler!
Shun it, spurn it, wisdom flees!
TEETH ARE NOW GROWING ON TREES!
Chew on this one, and get sore!
This pear's altered--to the core!
Pray the thing will get no bigger.
Ask instead for more of 'Digger.'
What's next? Apples bearing fangs?
So much for MY hunger pangs!
Get it drunk, if liquor's handy,
I've heard pears are good, with brandy.
What is this now that I see?
Did that orange SMILE at me?
Spare that coconut a whack!
It might, piqued, and armed, HIT BACK!
But it's useful, no mistake.
There are no lips, on a steak--
Smiling fruit, however sweet,
Give me reason to choose meat.
Baked potato, between bites,
Mouthing pleas for 'TOOTHED PEAR RIGHTS!'
So we must admire it, there.
Ursula HAS got 'quite a pear.'
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Literature
There are Drakes on the Street Where I Live
There are Drakes on the Street Where I Live
From ‘My Fair Draggie’
(With apologies to Lerner & Lowe)
I have often walked
On this street before
But I never have been stalked
Upon clawed feet before…
I look up and scream!
It would surely seem
    There are drakes
    On the street
    Where I live!
They are everywhere,
Lurking spiny things.
I must now take care to
Hide all of my shiny things!
All the dogs are gone,
Scorchmarks on the lawn!
    Snatched by drakes
    On the street
    Where I live!
The sulfur smell is overpowering!
With each blast… of shriveling flame!
I look… See a smug dragon glowering…
And I really don’t have to guess who’s to blame!
Everwhere I look…
I see fangs and spines.
And they’re taking note
Of all the new ‘FOR SALE’ signs!
Though I am contused
I had best get used
    To the d
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Literature
The Titan
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.
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Literature
Morris Dance Spider
(Who to apologize to?)
Squatting on my Book of Kells...
Ribbons, hat and ankle bells,
Legs convulsing, jingling noise--
Damaging my equipoise
Morris Dance Spider!
Morris Dance Spider!
Now he's really on a roll,
Prancing 'round a ribboned pole.
Looking rather weird than cute
Who's that with the tiny flute?
What do those gyrations mean?
Plays a little tambourine...
Morris Dance Spider!
Morris Dance Spider!
Jingly, jangly,
Jingly, jangly,
Jingly, jingly, jangly, jangly!
Jingly, jingly, jangly, jangly!
Jingly, jingly, jangly, jangly!
Jingly, jingly, jangly, jangly!
Doesn't seem to mind my stare,
Bogarting my Morris Chair
Has an easel, what a sight...
Paints like a Pre-Raphaelite!
Morris Dance Spider!
Morris Dance Spider!
Jingly, jangly,
Jingly, jangly...
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Literature
Cairns
Light!
I am all about light.
Throughout the night
I delight in light.
In all creation
Illumination
Ending dark
Sustaining spark.
I hold tight to light.
Thrill.
Craft and skill...
I work my will
Light guides it still.
Gleaming
Draws me, scheming,
Sets me dreaming.
My flight to light.
Blinding
Isn’t binding
I’m not minding.
I must fight for light.
Rage
At my cage.
Tap the gage
To sight the light.
Quest.
Not duressed.
It is best
To ignite light.
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Literature
Artist, Looking Backwards
Hidden treasures
Age-old pleasures.
Things that last
Scooped from my past.
Paltry, yet so vast...
Fleeting glances,
Old romances.
Long-gone beauty
Now, my booty…
Some still unsurpassed.
Drew this, did I?
Really can’t deny
I had skill.
I’m at it, still.
With my brushes grasped.
Another year gone.
Yet I work on.
Monsters, Photos
Still, I do those.
Seems my part is cast.
Paints might splatter--
Make it matter.
Draw it, share it.
I still care, it
Has gone by so fast…
Grim persistence
My existence
Leaves its traces
Art, skill graces
Life that’s held tight-clasped.
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Literature
A Plea
Graphic artists, and artistes—
All you skilled creative beasts
Gather round, hearken to me,
Hear my well-intentioned plea!
Read the slogan on my banner:
IF YOU POST ART, USE A SCANNER!
I draw little, but I give
You the odd scanned negative
Ancient image, long kept waitin’
For the holder and the platen.
Heed my firm, insistent manner:
IF YOU POST ART, USE A SCANNER!
Let me lure you to flat-bed.
Not your cell phone, this instead!
Lack of quality long lingers.
WE DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR FINGERS!
Hopes of loveliness soon crash
Dimmed by your phone’s pallid flash.
I kick like a Gypsy Vanner:
IF YOU POST ART, USE A SCANNER!
Sorry, it’s not helped, but maimed!
Ring binding is not ‘well-framed!’
Show the image, make us able
To ignore your sketching table.
Listen to us plead and whine,
SHOW A CLEAR WELL-LIT STRONG LINE!
I will throw a wrench (Brits: Spanner)!
IF YOU POST ART, USE A SCANNER!
I despair, how long I&
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Literature
The Vigil
Upon the hill, on guard, alone
The griffin crouches on a stone.
He keeps his vigil, nights and days
And not a thing escapes his gaze.
I climb on up to see his glories,
Bring him treats, and tell him stories.
He is polite, accepts my praise,
But keeps his watch, on guard, he stays.
At night you look up and can see
His glowing eyes that ceaselessly
Go back and forth across our town
In search of things that call him down.
No thief dares skulk among our homes
For endlessly the griffin roams
And checks our doors and barns and locks
Then goes back to his couch of rocks.
We feast, or revel, he looks on
And guards until all guests are gone.
We eat and dance in peace and laughter
And he stands guard, stands by, looks after.
No robbers threaten us, for he
Patrols our fields endlessly.
He finds lost children, calms their weeping
And leads them home, and guards them sleeping.
Because of him, we fear no foe.
He’s with us when we come, or go.
He watches us, keeps all secure.
Patient, fearless,
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Literature
Strike So They Suffer Not
My darling, growing, slit-eyed brood
Soon, now, to leave my lair,
To seek your mates, and your own food.
Pause, nestlings, and prepare.
We live our lives by fang and claw,
We kill so we may live.
But I have this, one final law,
And warning still to give.
Although the hunt and chase are sweet,
And blood is best when hot,
Remember, for your glut of meat,
Kill so they suffer not.
We are ourselves--and not their kind.
They live in stealth and fear.
They huddle, dread that we shall find
And strike, when we draw near.
We need their lives to save our own.
We kill and kill again.
Have pity, strike to feed, alone.
Show mercy, even then.
It is not right to relish fear,
And foul to cause them pain.
Take freely, swiftly, elk, boar, deer,
But learn what I explain.
Someday the darkness will find you,
And you yourself will die.
And you shall know my words were true.
And I'm explaining why:
Like them we live, then live no more.
Be swift in your onslaught.
Feed, fill yourself, with flesh and gore.
Stri
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Literature
Centaur on a Hill
I pause, at sunset, on a hill,
And watch the sky turn dark, and still,
I swish my tail, thoughtfully,
And think about eternity.
Each moment will not come again,
Or will they, someday?  If so, when?
I shift my weight, adjust my hooves,
And notice how the world moves.
I learn, I age, gain, and the price,
I profit by, and give advice.
There's grey in certain parts of me,
A treasure-trove, of memory.
There's lovers held, and races won,
There's things both well, and badly done.
I can be proud, I should be meek,
I grow more thoughtful, when I speak.
And yet, I watch the foals at play,
I hear the things their mothers say,
And smile, in secret, and stand guard,
No, keeping to myself's not hard.
I've old friends scented, in the breeze,
And new friends met, to pass at ease
A lazy hour in drink, and song,
And such an hour is not long.
I feel, still, something lies ahead,
Good books to be obtained, and read.
Old knowledge found, and brought to light,
And poems and tales I'm meant to write.
An
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Literature
Centaurs' Sad Reflection
They gave Nessus a bright red nose
And made his skin dark blue.
And this has, since Fantasia, proved
A sad fact we all knew,
That though the Ancient Greek artistes
All could appreciate us,
The fact is very clear, now, that
The Disney Artists hate us.
Chiron taught young HerAcles,
A centaur, if you please,
They've given his job to some slob,
Name of Philoctetes,
And made Achilles OLDER, somehow,
Do they hope to bait us?
They try to use our myths, but still
The Disney Artists hate us.
They try to draw a centauress
And inspiration fails,
They somehow think we'd let someone
Come up and bob our tails.
As if we'd let a two-legs
Have a chance to mutilate us!
I guess it's wishful thinking, since
The Disney Artists hate us.
Winsor McCay could draw us,
And his work's still not been bested,
And Disney stole a lot from him,
If someone's interested.
We hope a better treatment
Of our folk might still await us,
Let's hope Dreamworks gets busy, for
The Disney Artists hate us.
And if, someday, i
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Activity


[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:                  "Doo waa doo."
S:                  "Do you LOVE me?"
D:                  "Doo waa doo."
S:                  "Now...that I've...got flukes!"
D:                  "Flukes...flukes...flukes!"
S:                  "Watch me now!"

[Suface-dives head into water, revealing a blue, scaled tail and an
ichthyoid pair of mammalian-shaped flukes.  Dolphins mimic the
gesture.  Just as suddenly, the singer's head re-appears.]


S:                  "I can tail-walk!"

[This involves the individual in question lifting his upper body out
of the water with a vigorous thrashing of his flukes and tail, which
will propel him backwards--hopefully not onto one of the circling
dolphins, who will then have to decide if he is angry or amused.]


D:                  "Tail-walk!"
S:                  "I can dive and sound!"
D:                  "Dive and sound!"
S:                  "I can lob-tail!"

[This involves the singer suddenly surface-diving until only the end
of his tail and flukes are above the water, the flukes then agitating
vigorously in the manner of a waving hand.  If he does this now,
he'll have to be quick about it.]


D:                  "Lob-Tail!"
S:                  "Now...that I've...got flukes!  Watch me now!"

[Does all three in succession]

D:                  "Oooooo...ooooo...oooo!"

[Singer resumes position in the middle of the circle]

S:                  "Do you LOVE me?"
D:                  "Doo waa doo."
S:                  "Do you LOVE me?"
D:                  "Doo waa doo."
S:                  "Do you LOVE me?"
D:                  "Doo waa doo."
S:                  "Now...that I've...got flukes!"
D:                  "Flukes...flukes...flukes!"
S:                  "Watch me now!"

[This sort of thing goes on for about three or more choruses, with
phrases like back-flip, breach and twist, etc., showing up and being
performed, until the singer is suddenly interrupted by a shapely
feminine hand {webbed} emerging from the water and tapping him on the
shoulder.  When he turns to look, the hand (now on the end of an
equally shapely arm) seizes the microphone and tosses it to one of the
dolphins.  The hand disappears, and suddenly the singer gives a
startled yelp and disappears beneath the water.  In a few seconds TWO
sets of flukes "lob-tail"--the second set being a sort of shade of
greenish-blue.  Both tails then disappear beneath the water.


Dolphin with the Microphone:
                   "OH....yeah!"

                       

End

Do You LOVE Me? The Sea-Folk Verson
The Late 80's and Early 90's collide when The Little Mermaid rams one of the best bits from Tiny Toon Adventures and good doo-wop.

The answer to the song's question, I should like to think is, 'Even more, if possible.'

For all you sirenophiles out there, a dream and a smile.
Loading...
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.
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
In the hope that the sight
Of my work will please...
(With Apologies to Men without Hats
and in loving memory of Thermoriax Technodragon)

 
There's a dance on the mountain,
I would leave your sword behind.
But it ought to be fun,
And it ought to be hot,
Hot enough to blow your mind!
 
Once a year all the dragons
Get the urge to bust a move.
And it's well worth the chance
When the dragons dance
To go and watch the great wyrms groove.
It’s just like… D&D!
 
All the dragons are moving
In ways you won't believe.
And nobody's distressed,
So I'm kind of impressed
At how they all watch
Where they breathe.
 
You can dance with Bahamut!
He's a nice guy overall.
But Tiamat's stuck in the corner
Since she just can't dance at all.
 
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Everywhere batwings and claws...
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
All the forked tongues and maws...
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Try not to blemish a scale!
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Kindly get OFF my tail!
 
There's not even a cover,
But if you don't want to grieve
Take a moment to fling
Away all your bling,
It won't be on when you leave.
 
There's a Black dropping acid,
There's a Green off getting gassed.
The Bronzes all look placid
While the Coppers all get Brassed!
 
A Gold is chaperoning,
While the Silvers raid the buffet.
No need to ask twice
For a White to breathe ice
She was gonna do that anyway!
 
Hot foot from a Red drake
Lightning bolt from a Blue
Metallics are best,
Nicer than all the rest,
We’ll take good care of you!
 
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Slitted eyes that glow in the night!
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Having too much fun to fight!
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Try not to blemish a scale!
Dragon Dance... Dragon Dance...
Kindly get OFF my tail!
 
I stand, a proud stallion, my tail held high,
My bearing still strong and my top shoulders squared,
And watch other parts of the world going by,
And watch from a distance the things I've not shared.

From safety I watch and can say I've enjoyed
The lives of the families, the mares, stallions, and foals.
I've seen and protected, and never destroyed.
The joy of those distant, yet happier souls.

My life is my own, still, though friends have their claims,
And honor, and duty, and courage take shares.
I'm burned yet by wistfulness, weak, yet fierce flames,
And find that I'm not exempt from others' cares.

Though left to myself, I find that I can prize
The laugh of a filly, the smile of a colt.
The look of respect in an onlooker's eyes,
The knowledge that I'm one to whom others bolt.

I'm yet, still, a teacher, though not in the schools.
But knowledge I've garnered I've tried hard to share,
And ways of good conduct, those absolute rules
That brings foals to discipline, shields the old mare.

The humans around me note difference, but still
I have their respect, and I know they have worth.
We all wish to live, and sometimes we must kill
Or heal if we all want our own share of Earth.

The years move, now, faster, the seasons flash by.
My coat has turned shaggy, then sheds, and grows grey.
I'm still my own master, beneath the vast sky,
And if I take orders, I choose to obey.

I see youth and beauty, and I realize
That for me they're fleeting, perhaps by now gone,
I can share my wisdom, help, heal, and advise.
And there will be beauty yet, and a new dawn.

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MensjeDeZeemeermin
Wendy Terwilleger
United States
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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AceOfSpadesProduc100 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday!
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2017
Thank you!
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Km92 Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh wow! One more precious llama in my team! Thank you! : llamathankyouplz : by Gasara
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mplumb Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2017
Liked the one about the Centaur,  Wendy and agree about the watermarks.Milo thumbs up (MML Emoticon)
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2017
There's rather more than just one about the centaurs. :)  Thank you!
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pieclown Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2017  Professional Artist
Thanks for the llama.
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2017
You are a fun and interesting person.
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Yourbiggestwatcher Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2017
Love your work and gallery Mensje, keep it up!!!

If you don't mind me asking, where does your profile picture come from?
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MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2017
You're so very kind. I drew that myself on my old Atari Mega 4 STE using Deluxe Paint.
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xy174j Featured By Owner May 21, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
Lovely Gallery! Memo to self: draw some mermaids and check paper archive, quite sure I did draw one once but never seem to have posted!
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