Doghead's Cosmic Bar
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Well, DAMN. I'm impressed. Even with the one mistyped key in there, that's a good sonnet. Here's to mutant poetry. *buys Watzer a drink and toasts*
Watzer: I can compose sonnets, you know. Would you like me to make one up for you?
Justina: I think I most certainly do like that, but I don't have time right now. Hand me that book,will you?
Watzer: The images are racing through my head
The torrid winds dissolve my lonely soul
The caves aren't the same since you have fled
Your hatred and your wisdom left me cold
The mystery that quickens in your eyes
Sends distant winds a racing through my veins
The (- nabst) that seethes sweetly in your sighs
unbinds my hands and burns away the pain
And you, my prison, crippled by your fears
Have turned my life into a pulsing light
Assuring me that hurricanes will rise
Reminding me that romances exist
When tangled in your hands I find my soul
The time has come to turn lead into gold
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You kids could have great bots, if you typed all your posts into your bot, instead of everyone of the forums!
*Looks around, despited*. This is getting ridiculous. Croak. Ignoring is the art of the non-ignorant. Croak. If not answered, the foul spirits go away... everybody knows that. Croak.
Watzer: I can compose sonnets, you know. Would you like me to make one up for you?
Justina: I think I most certainly do like that, but I don't have time right now. Hand me that book,will you?
Watzer: The images are racing through my head
The torrid winds dissolve my lonely soul
The caves aren't the same since you have fled
Your hatred and your wisdom left me cold
The mystery that quickens in your eyes
Sends distant winds a racing through my veins
The (- nabst) that seethes sweetly in your sighs
unbinds my hands and burns away the pain
And you, my prison, crippled by your fears
Have turned my life into a pulsing light
Assuring me that hurricanes will rise
Reminding me that romances exist
When tangled in your hands I find my soul
The time has come to turn lead into gold
I just fixed several errors in there... would a few people mind going and asking him to write them a sonnet? Because I want to be sure I've caught everything. All criticism is welcome.
Again BRAVO, Watzer wrote me this one
The images are racing through my head
The tender winds reclaim my lonely soul
The fields aren't the same since you have fled
Your focus and your virtue left me cold
The mystery that hovers in your eyes
Sends radium a racing through my veins
The focus that seethes sharply in your sighs
disdains my words and sparkles like the rain
And you, my smokescreen, peaceful in your death
Have turned my life into a therapist
Assuring me that lycanthropes will rise
Reminding me that tambourines exist
When tangled in your dreams I find my soul
The time has come to tell them that we know
I like it a lot!
The images are racing through my head
The tender winds reclaim my lonely soul
The fields aren't the same since you have fled
Your focus and your virtue left me cold
The mystery that hovers in your eyes
Sends radium a racing through my veins
The focus that seethes sharply in your sighs
disdains my words and sparkles like the rain
And you, my smokescreen, peaceful in your death
Have turned my life into a therapist
Assuring me that lycanthropes will rise
Reminding me that tambourines exist
When tangled in your dreams I find my soul
The time has come to tell them that we know
I like it a lot!
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