Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Right Ovary Hurts When I Sneeze

Poem Walking alone would come

Three Rings for Elven-kings under the sky.

Feel for the Dwarf-lords in stone houses.

Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die.

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

A Ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

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