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03-29-2002, 09:37 PM
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poem
hey everyone, i thought i'd write a poem dedicated to middle earth and jrrt.
some say tolkien is dead he's alive through his works through the life he's created in middle earth. i find myself with frodo on anduin with boromir at the council of elrond at weathertop with aragorn with pippin and merry traveling with treebeard its life, ever breathing ever growing forever |
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03-30-2002, 12:02 AM
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
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very nice, tanrodiel! welcome to the downs!
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03-30-2002, 04:00 PM
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Faithful Spirit
Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: #3 Bagshot Row, Petaluma, Ca
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Nice! Welcome t' th' 'Downs as well!
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03-30-2002, 05:07 PM
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Summoner of Lost Souls
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: At home, with my Strongbow
Posts: 525
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Welcome Tanrodiel. Loved your poem. That's almost the same way I feel about Tolkien. [img]smilies/tongue.gif[/img]
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03-30-2002, 05:21 PM
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: Valinor (RtL: 1220 miles)
Posts: 562
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A very nice poem, simple, short, but describes it all very good. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
Welcome to Barrow Downs Tanrodiel! Post loads and have a nice afterlife.
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