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You are the epitome of nice bathtubs. You have unruly bodily secretions emerging from the depths of your nostrils, only to be flushed swiftly down the toilet. Not a regular toilet, but one of those toilets with like super vacuum power that you think will suck your butt cheeks off. You yell ravenously at smurfs with one sock on fire and held in the air by a rope attatched to two pulleys. Your dragons despise your name and wait for you to get home just so they can do ninja farts into your karaoke microphone. Oh, how they love to do this! And your uncle James, The only one. He is the one, the only o
Dragons.
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
the mythical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Parchment wings
Unfurl for the first time.
Infant sings
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Swooping,