Intimate Lessons

You're not a professor, you're a poet, and you're smitten by little old me?" tik tik slams the book shut and closes her eyes, taking a quick few gulps of her drink before she slams it down. "if you must know.

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Missives

However, i must admit myself flattered, all the same, that a pious and gentle critter such as yourself would stoop to spend a carefree afternoon with a poor poet and flower fancier such as myself!

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Fight on Europe!

Ps im not much of a poet, but i love europe and this was inspired by it!

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The Flaming Dorms

He always had that happening, though it was pretty common as his father was a poet who often had recited his limericks around the house. "alright, three is equal to the cotangent of..." he stopped as a horrendous smell flowed into his nose, "ew!"

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Red Twilight the Weaver promotional copy

Book 1 the mother chapter 1 mother corn chapter 2 the late autumns ride chapter 3 wolves run and the red flower chapter 4 the poet chapter 5 the poet's memories chapter 6 what lies ahead?

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Lore: Regulian Empire Timeline

Litho ii ascends the throne, despite being a sensitive poet who never wanted to be emperor, unlike his father; and despite having hung himself before his coronation.

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The Bark-tenders

What form that destiny would take--warrior or leader, poet or teacher--only the bark-tenders knew, but they would never tell the secrets where mother night could hear: for when they sawed off their antlers and donned the masks of the dead, they pulled their

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The Lead Crown: Ch 4d, En Passant (Pt 3)

I dare say you have a poet's mind for words, sir umberto... and there was no hidden meaning behind my answer. no, they are not purely a 'university group', but yes, they are taking advantage of the upu's discoveries."

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Jenny and Renamon part 3

Her hips curved like those of an ancient idol worshiped as a goddess and her breasts ached in the way that poets have sought to describe for eons. she grabbed a robe hanging on the back of the closet door.

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The Fox General: What I Deserve

"that's what the poets say," i shrugged, "i never saw it, personally." "i'd much rather ride in the open desert with you at my side." i touched my nose to hers, "we must make sacrifices. at least we will be together." her tail was wagging.

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