Mines a tale that cant be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
Twas in the darkest depths of mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
I hear the horses thunder
Down in the valley blow,
Im waiting for the angels of avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold,
The seas of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget......
Interesting tales fiction or not.
Sometimes a story doesn't have to be an actual event to teach a lesson.
Gilgamesh in the land of the living so out of place....
Sweating,and tired among those who have never been.
That has a ring of something more than fiction to me.
The days of old were more than the "stone age" historians would have us believe.
If in fact they have hidden evidence of this.,
The question you should be asking yourself is.... "why?"
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
Twas in the darkest depths of mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
I hear the horses thunder
Down in the valley blow,
Im waiting for the angels of avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold,
The seas of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget......
Interesting tales fiction or not.
Sometimes a story doesn't have to be an actual event to teach a lesson.
Gilgamesh in the land of the living so out of place....
Sweating,and tired among those who have never been.
That has a ring of something more than fiction to me.
The days of old were more than the "stone age" historians would have us believe.
If in fact they have hidden evidence of this.,
The question you should be asking yourself is.... "why?"
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