My Trophy Museum
9-5-18
For marijuana infused hard candy
Imagination could come in handy
Not to defile the temple but to purify all that wants to fly high
As stars lingered long by the banks in giving of thanks
Between Tharbad and Dunland
As to move magnetic north again
On the top of my game
Puffed up in a fleshly mind by the great river Anduin
In the battle of Greenfields
I hand it to you taking up battle axe
Still willing to pay that sin tax
Sending our bowmen acting as their guardian
With intercession weapons used mostly as trophies....
Longbottom Preeminent
9-5-18
I find them a law
When I do good evil is present with me
Given all of her wildness
Enjoying the ride on my way into the spirit world
That is here and now hand to hand
We're of that sort crowned with mathons
Our love has just begun for routed invasions in the western
As it is named unwilling to cast it aside
For the Red Book of Westmarch
What do I have to lose in experimenting with its architecture
By introduction to our Herblore take another toke outside our farthings.....
Muster And Moot
9-5-18
Thrice a team in the old school
All for our bold spool to disentangle and embroidle our wool
O, what a fool incapable of seeing both sides as to speculate mercy in travelling
For the spool unraveling after our Howard's end in subtle intelligence
In Lehmann-Haupt for trainship and for oldbucks
Nice and slippery in rangers and wizards for dangers for lizards
Old inn of Bree and a nice stay for free
O, Shire
Moot and captain
Generally approved our custom endured
For this new love I've found....
Thainship
9-5-18
Spreading myself thin like jam on toast
Not by works lest anyone should boast
Accorded in a special respect for trainship of Shire-Muster
In our Isengrim the second and Shire-Services and Biloh to the riddle
Game on white downs at the lithe dark and without hope to differ in the next question
For inside work indeed our darkened shield and long lasting astonishment
At this point this history begins again for the kingdom at large
In our delving fathom house of feasts....
At Bag End
9-5-18
In his coat of marvelous mail
He tells me not to think about the tail
As I write for my love today at Bag End and old cloak and hood
After the counsel of Elrond evidently approaching for the Red Book of Samwise
As to learn of their truth in the idea of a present
Cast the pebble to the sea
That which is good I find not
In the kingdom at large
At the beginning of the fourth age outside the account
Of the war we make
Reality as annexed to it along the path of Tuckborough tunnels
Stuffed with treasure....
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