Memories from a Ninth Grade Science Class, by 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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