ye bonnie Lassie, we shall not have freedom until ye can return to us, giver of mirth and love. Wander the moors no more, but return to our hearth and feel the warmth of our love, Oh dear maid. Leave us not, for we will surely be lost without ye. Love and peace, Phil
2007-10-09 13:49:25
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answered by Anonymous
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Ye speak kindly and truly M'Lady, though your thoughts seem somewhat ascatter and biding on the mountain in kilt and very little else, the gentlefolk about are askin when ye be coming back from your ribaldic tryst to again take up the banner. M'Lady kin ye nae that ye art the leader of the ring, tamer of the dragons, and champion of the beasties and wee folk ? There's a No'Easterly brewin and the time is at hand for
F R E E D O M
2007-10-10 03:17:17
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answered by Anonymous
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A dragon lies sleeping within it's den
For a dark time has swept the glen.
Wings that are tattered
and tears that really mattered
A stout heart to a friend
A dragon will raise again
But need a wee more rest
To be at my best
Mother earth will give me the magic
But only for peace not havoc.
My heart is true for this Scottish lass
But wish somethings could remain in the past.
Bring on a quest for new friends
And lets get this party started again.
2007-10-09 10:22:31
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answered by dragon 5
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Lovely
2016-05-20 00:39:17
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answered by janeth 3
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Yee sure do blow a lot of hot air out there in the highlands. But I suppose it is the only way you can stay warm! (Either that or trapping the emissions from the other end in your kilts.)
Can we PLEASE just get on with the story?
I have slept so much lately that I'm in danger of going into hibernation if I don't get some action soon!
2007-10-10 02:48:26
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answered by Susie Q 7
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I searched this morn for who will cry Freedom and your noble Goldwing set wrath upon me and I deleted my quest. The breathers of fire and truth and honesty will win this battle as well as the keepers of the moors. Evil loses always.
2007-10-09 09:56:56
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answered by lilabner 6
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Such a fine tale...tis a sight for sore eyes! Your words feed the tired hearts of those who have missed ye and who have become weary. Till the trolls have been driven back into the shadows and their muck, we shall stand as one.
2007-10-09 10:21:37
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answer #7
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answered by night-owl gracie 6
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So it is written,the Lore is clear.We bide.Times change,the wee trolls revel in victory,and the clan is hidden,not vanquished. Rare glimmers shall we pull forth,great clouds of majik shall billow about the glen,then shall we strike,Dragons and Celts,one force,one fist.
2007-10-09 22:50:33
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answered by Barbara D 6
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OMG I can't believe it ! You have bewitched Goldwing! I fly with the Dragons but my heart belongs with the chooks. What to do what to do?
2007-10-10 05:06:27
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answered by Donna 7
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Freedom!
This resident of the West of England is blowing in to support you too!
I may not be clever enough to think up replies with the wisdom of the dragons, but I sure as h*ll love to read them. x
2007-10-09 11:12:46
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answered by ? 5
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