September 2, 2009
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of the other Pel's Skylar
A Goddess lives forever, but ne'er her sacrad steed
She was the child of a Wizzard, both mechanical and speed
And she got both through magical and reckless crazy breed
Although she knew quit was better, she, through madness, ran him to his top most speed, for he was four times bigger and four times was his speed. Two hundred miles an hour and two hundred miles could last. But thats too fast to hit the dessert sand, and, yes, it killed them both.
but magic pulled them back, and he forgave her, yes, at last. She learned a little humbleness, her steed he learned some caution. And mostly she learned to have some simple passion.
She learned and earned the love shenever knew, and finally found some happiness that grew and grew.So sayeth Zarathutra and he was bitter mean and mad. So it must be
true.
grey
Comments (3)
i am liking this story, grey-poet. i like how you two look in your god masks, too ; )
all the posting is evidence of health, greycelt? that would be good
@dryadwoods -
dryadwoods:
thank you for the reply. I'm getting better, my typing is much slower, for a short time.
but I still try to write stories of some value to entertain you. Did you not say there are two of yourself? If so, then the goddess masks and story was of you. (Grin)
grey
@saltypepper1357 -
oh, my, grey-one; i am overwhelmed. thee was hiding me (in the title) behind clever letters, so i didn't realize. no wonder i like the story ; ) thee is giving me thy wisdom, then, as Zarathutra? and i do love happy endings and am planning on having plenty ; ) thanke you, grey-one.
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