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DREAMOLUCINATIONS 3
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DREAMOLUCINATIONS I am a bird, but not a bird.
As I wait in the nest, a hunter comes with an ax.
They strike and strike and strike.
The eggs tremble and fall,
Transforming into books and lightning.
The hunter looks up.....
Hit a hunter with a book and
Hit a hunter with a book and a bit of lightening so he will remember eh? Good one. Hope I was supposed to chuckle, Fun write birdie! :D ~allets~
Thanks!
It's supposed to be made of nonsense that's usually from my dreams every night. I gotta do SOMETHING with all of that material. :D