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Date: 01-02-88 13:13
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From: Jeff Bordeaux
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To: All
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Subj: The Moonpool (pt 2)
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Then a parade of feline musicians
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wandered in singing from the right.
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I shake my head *bedazzled*; Am I dreaming, or mad?
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Why me - here to witness this eldritch sight?
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A troupe of dancing, cavorting gnomes
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made their appearence upon a rocky stage.
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And following them : silver clad, haughty elves
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accompanied by a wizened old mage.
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Now, many strange but noble presences made manifest
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on that starlit night in June.
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And I witnessed and heard sweet music, high magic, secrets
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until dawn, with the passing of the Moon.
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And the high bred Queen of Cat Folk
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smiled with warmth, and left.
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Left me shaking with these visions,
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and nodding, I finally slept.
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I return often to these stately woods, seeking
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but never finding the sacred pool, so bright.
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It makes me sad - very sad to think
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that it was but a dream, a peculiar night.
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But sometimes, at the edge of sleep,
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soft music slowly beckons, and calls.
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And I know with every fiber of my being
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that I will again visit these magical sylvan halls.
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--- QuickBBS v2.03
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* Origin: InterVisioN "The ParaNormal Connection" 603-547-6485 HST
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(1:132/123)
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