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Oh, hello you gorgeous page, you.
Within the fire marble light,
Atrus worked long into the night.
He wrote about what he had seen
And what a lot of those could mean.
He plucked a bread roll from his pack,
For it was time to eat a snack.
While curled up sleeping on the floor,
Rij would sometimes give a snore.
But deep within his restful sleep,
The smell of fresh baked bread did seep.
And though asleep, and he did try...
Rij then did open up one eye.
@Andrew: These are awesome. joy joy joy! :) perfect poetic accompaniment.
@larkinheather: I wonder if it would be too much of an undertaking if I went all the way back to the beginning and made a short poem for every one of your strips?
@Andrew: Some 130 something or so poems? That would no doubt be a big undertaking. Though I'd love that! :) A poem for each page! I'd love to somehow put them in a more prominent place...
It's up to you, sir poet! :)