Memories from a Ninth Grade Science Class, by thndrhwk Subscribe to rss feed for thndrhwk

The dragon lies quite still upon it's horde
Rubies pulse beneath her, tinged with blood,
About her claws lie sapphires; colored orbs
Emeralds curl in heiroglyphic cords.
And there the pearls, as white as bone
Bones white as pearl; these hold about the rest
As scalpel cuts into the poor frog's chest.
Posted: 2007-04-15 22:16:54 UTC

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