Shakeepuddn 12 Report post Posted October 15, 2011 A simple soul I bear my cross Bound to Father's hand, Heaven waiting in the loss, Death upon the land. On foreign shore my game is war On others artistry, My oldest fame is not a game But dire deeds, you see. When my world is feeling torpid Break my bones and sigh, When salty skirts go billowing I may just catch your eye. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 tiger_lily111 116 Report post Posted October 15, 2011 go fly a kite Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 Shakeepuddn 12 Report post Posted October 15, 2011 OK, no more gimmies! Good job Molly. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 Molly Mae 103 Report post Posted October 15, 2011 OK, no more gimmies! Good job Molly. As much as I appreciate this, I was so confused when I saw that I solved a riddle without ever having read it. =P I did that to t_l a few weeks ago, too. Good job, t_l, because I was pretty clueless on this one. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 tiger_lily111 116 Report post Posted October 15, 2011 You boys better hope I don't develop a complex ... who'd notice? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 Guest Report post Posted October 26, 2011 Did you TRY to make that sound like JC? Cuz it did. A lot. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 Shakeepuddn 12 Report post Posted October 26, 2011 Hi Storygirl. I usually tie my riddles to a motif that has nothing to do with the answer. I do it for stylistic's sake. Yes, I made ref. to Jesus intentionally. It was stylistic. It was cheeky and fun. Those who know me would not be led astray from such obviousness. Did you like like it? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
0 MissKitten 70 Report post Posted October 28, 2011 w00t! Shakeepuddn strikes again! No, I don't know what just happened there. I blame it on the alcohol. [Yes, that was a very bad reference to a bad, old song. Don't judge me! T_T] Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
A simple soul I bear my cross
Bound to Father's hand,
Heaven waiting in the loss,
Death upon the land.
On foreign shore my game is war
On others artistry,
My oldest fame is not a game
But dire deeds, you see.
When my world is feeling torpid
Break my bones and sigh,
When salty skirts go billowing
I may just catch your eye.
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