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   Leviticus said, 3 months ago

   Hair the color of the midnight sky,
   Eyes of fire and ice.
   Heart to match the raven’s wing,
   When near, my heart doth sing.
   Voice of an angel, nails of the hawk,
   Skin as smooth as silk.
   If within her arms embraced,
   By a goddess, graced.
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   The Old Wolf said, 3 months ago

   By the dessicated skull of Mogg’s grandfather, Tiffany. Why don’t you go do the captain of the football team or something, instead of always trying to rustle what Luann has?
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   overtherainbow said, 3 months ago

   Great poetry, Lev! Yours?
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   seyleigh said, 3 months ago

   Tiff is going to be a foreign exchange student isn’t she? Poor Ozzies.
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   Brdshtt said, 3 months ago

   That’s why he didn’t show on Valentines – Tiff’s got him locked up in her purse…
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   Nabuquduriuzhur said, 3 months ago

   re: leviticus

   very good.
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   pseudomao said, 3 months ago

   @Leviticus

   Snazzy bit of verse, there.
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   pseudomao said, 3 months ago

   @The Old Wolf

   Spot on. (even the Mogg part)
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   Brdshtt said, 3 months ago

   @The Old Wolf

   “instead of always trying to rustle what Luann has?”

   …

   Luann always seems to rustle someone else’s guy. Instead of “Luann”, perhaps they could call the strip, “The Rustlers of Pittsville.” The girl’s sports team could be “The Pittsville Rustlers.” Luann and Tiff could be co – captains of the rustling team. Take – Away: two points…
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    Mordock999 said, 3 months ago

    Oh GOOD.

    The “Old” Tiffany is Back! Some of Us have Missed You.

    You have My Full support on kinda getting RID of Mr. Ozball.

    And if Your “Plan” calls for SMASHING Luann’s Laptop and Cell Phone into to a GAZILLION pieces, then I’ll Gladly DONATE the Hammer!
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    . . said, 3 months ago

    @Brdshtt

    Really?? Whose ‘guy’ was Quill, before he got on with Luann? Tiff’s, in HER mind, but not in his.
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    margaretannehill said, 3 months ago

    What’s going on here? Bunch of hateful goons! Luann and Quill are darlings. Go hate someone else.
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    Brdshtt said, 3 months ago

    @Leviticus

    Hair the color of the noontime sun,
    .
    Eyes of limpid pools in restless streams run,
    .
    Heart that will be shared by none,
    .
    Drawing her closer I will be the one,
    .
    The sun kisses the morning sky,
    .
    The birds kiss the butterflies,
    .
    The dew kisses the morning grass,
    .
    If you don’t like my poem,
    .
    I forget how the rest goes…
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    Mikeyj said, 3 months ago

    @margaretannehill

    What’s going on here? Bunch of hateful goons! Luann and Quill are darlings. Go hate someone else.
    ^
    ^
    We don’t hate Luann, just Quill
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    Mikeyj said, 3 months ago

    @Brdshtt

    “instead of always trying to rustle what Luann has?”

    …

    Luann always seems to rustle someone else’s guy. Instead of “Luann”, perhaps they could call the strip, “The Rustlers of Pittsville.” The girl’s sports team could be “The Pittsville Rustlers.” Luann and Tiff could be co – captains of the rustling team. Take – Away: two points…
    ^
    ^
    Great comment, love it!
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