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Warning: BAAAAAAD Joke!

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paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2005 02:36 am (UTC)
Cod willing, you will be punished for that.
halloranelder
Mar. 13th, 2005 02:47 am (UTC)
No need to snapper at me like that, I'm just the bearer of bad tidlings.
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2005 03:01 am (UTC)
You're just breaming over with these jokes aren't you? They're just tailor-made for you...
halloranelder
Mar. 13th, 2005 04:42 am (UTC)
If there's a hole, you just have to fillet, don't you?
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:10 am (UTC)
Now you're just being shellfish...
halloranelder
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:18 am (UTC)
At this point I'm going to have to clam defeat, as I'm all joked out. Trying to wrap my head around these character sheets has left me high and dry, so please stop molluscing me.

I must admit, the puns were good for the sole.
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:23 am (UTC)
Piker
halloranelder
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)
*trout-slap*
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:28 am (UTC)
With the trout, the whole trout and nothing but the trout?
halloranelder
Mar. 13th, 2005 05:36 am (UTC)
Now you're just fishing for praise!
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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