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Post by Chatt on Jun 23, 2023 16:44:28 GMT -8
A small rock sits in a clearing in the swamp. On it is written:
Inscribed words, wisdom's coat, Or none at all, a chance to gloat. By all recalled, the truth they tote, Popularity through public vote.
A little hint, a word to denote. What am I? In tales I wrote, A saying, wise or brief, I float. In this way I am a ...
You feel as though you are being listened to.
To Swamp
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Post by Chatt on Jul 15, 2023 11:10:30 GMT -8
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