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Badit King
He is known throughout the world. No one knows what he does with his collection of treasures that is always multiplying. He is mysterious. He mysteriously hears of great treasures. He mysteriously snatches them for his own. He mysteriously and narrowly escapes danger every night and day. It is said he can steal anything. He can steal the happiness from your life. He can steal the one you love. He can steal your deepest secret. He can steal the stars from the sky. But, as he does most often, he can also steal your heart.
Heh, heh. I bet you can guess who this poem is about ^^. I know it kinda sucks....I wrote it last night when I was bored and couldn't sleep. I just thought about writing a poem about him and...well...here it is ^^
 Laitie · Thu Sep 08, 2005 @ 08:25pm · 2 Comments |
