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By: Ayleth Posted on: April 29, 2010



Small and quaint, a familiar face,

never fearing, working at ones own pace


Rocks falling, danger creeping in

People screaming, scraped up skin


Closed off mines, happiness gone,

The hammer is missing, fading dawn


Secret pathways, country sky

Grass is there, growing high


Goats a jumping, sheep are eating,

Cows are growing, the sun is heating


Rocks falling, the hammer's found,

Dwarven villagers, Phaestean bound.


Sileris, bloodroot, valerian, moss,

Some forest herbs too, it's a toss


A valley indent, a farmer's fields,

Crops are planted, a shovel he wields.


The path is cleared, an entry new

Strangers they come, nonsense they spew


Small and quaint, a familiar face,

never fearing, working at ones own pace.


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