Friday, April 23, 2010

23 p PhilosophersStone

23 p PhilosophersStone
april
Somewhere lost in time there was lots of poets there in time was lots of poets where in time there was lots of poets there. They went to the Obelisk of Poetry. It was found at the Anchient Library near the field of flowers. It was made of lead back when. It was made of dread. They stood inside the field of flowers there in April 1595 they fried like eggs inside the field of flowers there in April there in 1595 them poets cried. They screamed out poetry in one huge burst of the final try. ROSES aer read. Violets aer never blue for they all get read too. In books and volumes of our golden POETRY and when they yelled this golden word they cried out at the same time cried. Obelisk of dread stayed lead. They wailed they read poems they drank water from the Styx. They tried again they failed to turn it over to the GOld. They used the incantations in the book of poetry from old. They waved the magic at the sky as they had all been told. But not one poet could turn the tower into gold the Tower made of lead stayed lead. There is where the poets died they died there one by one in fields of flowers near the tower made of lead they stayed there dead for they attempted fate they tried to turn the lead into the gold to make the first Philosophers Stone.

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