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Little Heir Apparent Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 5:56 pm
Eruptions from the north hurl boulders, threatening our land.
Thieves ransacked our Sanctum, our homes.
Countless treasures and valuables, stolen.
People of Vault sigh for a troubling world.
But I cannot help but sigh
for the tragedy befalling the lonely child,
who sits in the Mayor's house
tasked with a man's burden.
BORING. 8D My first ever poem for the GS fandom, haha (actually, for ANY fandom.) Will make more. XD I posted this on my dA account already: http://windywolfune.deviantart.com/art/Of-Troubles-162761931
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 7:13 pm
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