Long guarded treasure,
Now returned in full measure,
Grows larger when shared.
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Long guarded treasure,
Now returned in full measure,
Grows larger when shared.
I love you I do
you come to my mayors house
I'll drink beer with you
Your love is fickle
my heart is in a pickle
bring me Easter eggs
Mary, Mary, how
Is it that you can survive
All of my attacks?
Is it noble to
suffer the slings and arrows
victoriously?
Charming gentleman,
Lovely words will not sway me,
Try them on a newb.
Battle weary time,
Experience ladder climbed.
With each bandit's death.
Battle of poets
Was long and enjoyable,
Shame to see it end.
smitey will battle
those his rimes will not conform
poop smitey forgot to enter the last line... "to what all expect
bread is building block
retired bandits it creates
and fish for my lake
smitey dislikes wedsdays
poop did it again.
smitey should not drive computer
Poor and sad smitey,
Hasn't noticed the edit
Button this whole time.
Aroma of bread
signifying recruits dead
cycle of X P
Is this still going?
Wow I thought it was over
Shows ya what I know
Valentines is done
This thread still has four more days
Roy, what place am I ?
Probably not first
My guess is Im in second
Dont forget Geo
Second place it is.
It does seem redundant now
I'm calling a halt
Am I the only one
Sick of Talar's recruiting
In the help tab here?
Urge to just end it,
So strong and hard to resist,
Must find a reason.
The tenuous threads,
Of prose that bind us, sunder,
Bearing Heart's wonder
Distractions are good,
Keep me from thinking of those
Extremely dark thoughts.
No more poems are made,
As we move on distant shores.
More games left unplayed.
My final haiku
what can I possibly say?
It's been loads of fun
Last of my haiku,
Cherished the battle of words,
Must now work on art.
Champions with pens,
Can now part ways as new friends,
Heart's contest at end.