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The Gragon >.< and the Ragon >>.<<

The Gragon >.< And The Ragon >>.<< What has four wings upon his back,and flies?? and different colors of shaded hues. The Gragon. >.< He is always guarding mystic`s places, never has he ever been amused; he has no sense of humor. A dinosoarer,Ragon >>.<< wings slowly her own way, among the usefull beings, helping lovers, in their struggles to unite. What eats meat but never bread, keeping crowd control upon the wasps and bees and flies. Gragon >.< is my gragonfly. And Ragon >>.<< is his queen, and we are never seen in the public making love, but we are private beings, being weened from milk to meat, and retaining all our love,our natural love. Searching guidance from above, we are the Dinosaurers,too. Gragon and my Ragon. Green and Bleu.

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