For reasons that are still unknown to me
This thread is much too quiet and to short;
This ancient poem gladly I'll revive
And hope that other posters soon will join.
Already the roast millepedes are stale,
And this thread needs new topics to survive;
So how about the endlessness of time,
The thought that every poem needs a rhyme,
And humans' need of food to stay alive?
And with these thoughts a challenge I propose:
With all the time that Downers can dispose,
A minute can be found by each and all
To add to this great topic, and forestall
The fading and the ending of the tale...
Already slow it is, already stale...
So post here, even one line at a time,
And unlike me you do not have to rhyme!
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You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera
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