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O the Weeping Walls of Candlit, the horrors they have seen. Tragedies, the likes of which, are much worse than they seem. Where sleep came for princes and princesses before it's Kings and Queens. When scores of evil surrounded its borders, you could hear its peoples' screams. The epithet of "Weeping," came from that blood that stained its walls in streams, After never ceasing sieges left its defenders drained, most with no time to dream, How forever tired it's heroes were, resting solely on their measly esteem, The folly then, when you learn that their selfish sins were too numerous to redeem, Candlit's King ruled far too long and nev

Age Twenty-one is what I'll be, 1 day less than a week from now! St.Patty's ain't yet happy for me, 2 days less than a week from now! Vodka, Rum, Wine, Gin and Whiskey, 3 days less than a week from now! Can I do 1 beer, 2 or 3? 4 days less than a week from now! Peeps keep sayin they'll pay for me, 5 days less than a week from now! Tomorrow's the day! Yay for ME! 6 days less than a week from now! Take my first drink and bllalllllaaaarrrggghh Wuhhhoooohwwwwuhhhhh a week from naaoooww!!! Alternative endings: Take my first drink and its yucky... 372 days less than a week from now!!!

To you, when was the last time I wrote a poem for you? Was it after New Year's? No. Was it after Valentine's day? No. Was it after White day? No. Was it after my birthday? No. So many days to write you a poem and I never did. The good news is, it's never too late. And with that I begin to compensate, And make up for times where I did not say enough, And for the things I said in a huff, And for the times I said bad stuff, And for all the times where I didn't seem to love you enough. I have you because of the Heavenly Father's love for me. And I don't take the time to remember and appreciate and see, All that you are and forever