Battlemaster Poetry/Mugurk
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Here be the poetry of the late night musings of battlemaster.
Under construction... And i have no idea how to do said construction
Haiku's
 Haiku
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| by Mick Mugurk |
| January 2010 |
| Florence the red.
Trademark cold frown abound. Smells of milkcaine. |
| Haiku
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| by Mick Mugurk |
| January 2010 |
| To catch a squirrel.
You need but only one tool. The windmill. |
| Haiku
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| by Mick Mugurk |
| January 2010 |
| Filth and Ruin.
Makarian hordes bring. Oh the smell. |
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The world proclaim. Blackmore are honourless dogs.
Poison forgives.
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| by Mick Mugurk |
| January 2010 |
| Xaphan the cruel.
An ambition of fuel. Burned like his tail. |
