My fifth and final poem about Maine. I began this one on the drive back, a little over three years ago, but never could quite figure out a way to word the part about the rocks. I've tried to work on it a few times over the years but never really got anywhere. But over the last month or two, I finally finished it.
Category Poetry / All
Species Western Dragon
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 1.3 kB
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It's actually based on a true story. I was with another dragon and we did totally take one stone and set it down and then whack it open with another cause the outside was dull and we wanted to see what it looked like inside. Afterwards, I thought about how we were totally acting like dragons and getting carried away. So I wanted to include that in the poem. ^^
It's actually based on a true story. I was with another dragon and we did totally take one stone and set it down and then whack it open with another cause the outside was dull and we wanted to see what it looked like inside. Afterwards, I thought about how we were totally acting like dragons and getting carried away. So I wanted to include that in the poem. ^^
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