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[geekchick]

Today is Prickle-Prickle, day 18 in the season of Confusion, 3269.

A poetry meme, originally from griffen, that ended up here via contributions from aegidian and then rmjwell. Take the poem below and add a line, then post the result, and let someone else pick it up.

Misty morning drifts across the moors
Spoor of summer, gone to ground
Lovecraftian horror, green and round
That wasn't mentioned in our tourism brochures!

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[quasigeostrophy.livejournal.com]

*splorf*

[geekchick]

Your turn. ;)

[quasigeostrophy.livejournal.com]

Has anyone told you lately that you're wicked? ;-)

[geekchick]

Why, yes, as a matter of fact they have. ;)