Will Dockery wrote:
MummyChunk wrote:
In the quiet hum of a Southern night,
Where shadows dance in the pale moonlight,
A poets pen, with ink so bright,
Writes tales of life, both dark and light.
Will Dockery, with a voice so clear,
Speaks of dreams and whispered fears,
Of love thats lost and found again,
In the heartbeats of the rain.
His words, like rivers, flow and bend,
Through valleys deep and hills that end,
In the echoes of a distant song,
Where memories and hopes belong.
He paints with phrases, bold and free,
The essence of humanity,
In every line, a story told,
Of hearts that break and souls that mold.
So heres to Will, with pen in hand,
A poet of this Southern land,
May his verses ever shine,
In the tapestry of time.
Thanks again, MummyChunk.
I see you really have the newsgroup trolls in a tizzy tonight
EfyA
MummyChunk went back to MummyChunkistan to be punished for writing the name "Will Dockery."
This is a response to the post seen at: http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=675065575#675065575--
NancyGene wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
MummyChunk wrote:
In the quiet hum of a Southern night,
Where shadows dance in the pale moonlight,
A poets pen, with ink so bright,
Writes tales of life, both dark and light.
Will Dockery, with a voice so clear,
Speaks of dreams and whispered fears,
Of love thats lost and found again,
In the heartbeats of the rain.
His words, like rivers, flow and bend,
Through valleys deep and hills that end,
In the echoes of a distant song,
Where memories and hopes belong.
He paints with phrases, bold and free,
The essence of humanity,
In every line, a story told,
Of hearts that break and souls that mold.
So heres to Will, with pen in hand,
A poet of this Southern land,
May his verses ever shine,
In the tapestry of time.
Thanks again, MummyChunk.
I see you really have the newsgroup trolls in a tizzy tonight
EfyA
MummyChunk went back to MummyChunkistan to be punished for writing the name "Will Dockery."
Will Dockery wrote:
MummyChunk wrote:
In the quiet hum of a Southern night,
Where shadows dance in the pale moonlight,
A poets pen, with ink so bright,
Writes tales of life, both dark and light.
Will Dockery, with a voice so clear,
Speaks of dreams and whispered fears,
Of love thats lost and found again,
In the heartbeats of the rain.
His words, like rivers, flow and bend,
Through valleys deep and hills that end,
In the echoes of a distant song,
Where memories and hopes belong.
He paints with phrases, bold and free,
The essence of humanity,
In every line, a story told,
Of hearts that break and souls that mold.
So heres to Will, with pen in hand,
A poet of this Southern land,
May his verses ever shine,
In the tapestry of time.
Thanks again, MummyChunk.
I see you really have the newsgroup trolls in a tizzy tonight
MummyChunk went back to MummyChunkistan to be punished for writing the name "Will Dockery."
MummyChunk came to her senses and went back to trolling elsewhere.
This is a response to the post seen at: http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=675065575#675065575--
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