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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ella peripherals the scene, instantly onboard. (A ship of fool.) An onlooker, a poor dead-wood, looks, to be particle_lurely bored. Then another quip came to her as she forbodingly tied a not in a cherry stem with her tongue, invitingly, slurping drool. "Should this sucker need to be stuck like a stamp, licked and posted, like bark leech-clamp, (chuckles) "sticky, sweet,... tramp!, she forced the rhyme,... umm me!", she realized admittingly, raising her hand, fittingly, wittingly. A Great Oak looks on, a sentinel and scribe of posterior, umm for posterity, (sorry for the impropriety). Parchment,-leafs set in place at "the Table", (thinks, right now, anything is "on the Table"), imagines Ella... A wise Maple drips a sapping drop of tear, a romantic at Heart-wood, in that fear. But this was in remembrance of the Man's soul. As inevitable as "does a Bear..." A mighty Walnut sees this sappiness and dangles a nut to the Maple, before it burst in bust on the rock beneath, a drop of mic on the Forest floor, in ceremonial mockery and a tinge bit more. The companion Walnut tree, did not waste any time, "do not bust a n.."!, he lended, bending, over in mirth, almost, "supine", he winks. Ella grabbed her pet tree-snake and began to non-chalantly make her way to a clearing by the Falls. A misty effer-cloud spit up upon the bank, cha ching, salivating like a storm-cloud above a picnic, where everyone is "having a ball." Ella began to sing innocently, enough, before escalating in a hook of chorus-moving-harmonics to the beat and beading, cascading off her milk-weed garments perspir-perforating, which she cast aside like drift-wood in a swell in foresting of de forestating a spell. O, She began her dance of the "Forest Veils" Orhythmicly spinning as each new leaf would fall, this lumberjack would be of the fallen fellsOwes.O! A wise-acre of Shadow-wood bet as if with nothing to lose, and in front of saplings in the copse, having barely held their first dews. (Lost in a Forest of Delusion or shall it be corpse?) A lightning split Mahogany, set amongst a somewhat enigmatic circle of petrified "mineral brains", in his skullduggery, took that bet and raised the Shadow-wood five of it's rings, in lieu of first comes delusion, then corpse, and final resting place, he called, in his conclusion "inside a copse, of Dogwood !", ba-zing! The Shadow-wood ...
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