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On dusty roads he meets a fearsome beast who speaks in circles and rhymes and beats "But Is man not the solution to the problems he seeks?" Now he's the hero with a throne to claim Beside the wayside where his father is slain And upon them the truth heavy was lain He discovers his lady mother's neck in a chain Upon what rocks have thee dashed thy dreams? To what end do you escape her screams? Driven the sight from your sore eyes Hide ye not from the truth with more lies

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Date: 5/1/2014 11:33:00 PM
You keep surprising me, You are really very talented!!!! Needless to say I loved this one!
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Date: 5/1/2014 6:57:00 AM
This too is great! I'm gonna keep reading more of your works, you are a real treat to go with my coffee this morning. You are very good :)
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