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Sep 21, 2008
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Primal Chaos
Whenever a star is born, the orchestra strikes up.
The drums beat wild tattoos,
the pipes twitter madly like disturbed birds,
and the clarion emits a triumphant tune.
All the cast puts in an appearance,
and the special effects team runs havoc
with explosions, lightning and all the other tricks in the box.
Whatever happens when a star dies?
The drums beat wild tattoos,
the pipes twitter madly like disturbed birds,
and the clarion emits a triumphant tune.
All the cast puts in an appearance,
and the special effects team runs havoc
with explosions, lightning and all the other tricks in the box.
Whatever happens when a star dies?
— Ink Dragon, Sep 21, 2008
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Critiques
Arrow
17 years 8 months ago
Maybe I am a lazy thinker,
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Agreed
Ink Dragon
17 years 8 months ago
Thanks, Jess
barbsdad2003
17 years 8 months ago
Frankly, I like ...
Ink Dragon
17 years 8 months ago
Thanks, Chuck
barbsdad2003
17 years 8 months ago
I think a separated ...
weirdelf
17 years 6 months ago
We die. oh sorry, that was
Ink Dragon
17 years 6 months ago
Why, thanks
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Nina this ones just
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
oppps forgot the purdy stars
Candlewitch
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Nina
Ink Dragon
16 years 9 months ago
Thanks, Jayne and Cat!
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