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It Takes Momentsby ~saevusWinds

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some more poetry for you guys. Not sure what to think about it.

~roballen2 Feb 23, 2013 Professional Artist

Landing is the problem. I like this.

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~saevusWinds Feb 23, 2013 Student General Artist

Thank you so much.

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~roballen2 Feb 25, 2013 Professional Artist

All Good
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~witte-draak Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

There's something about this that just clicks with me. Well done.

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~saevusWinds Feb 23, 2013 Student General Artist

Thank you very much!

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~Vagrant-Inventor Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is really cute, I like it when you write happy poems

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~saevusWinds Feb 23, 2013 Student General Artist

Thanks!

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~saevusWinds Feb 23, 2013 Student General Artist

Thanks!

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~Vagrant-Inventor Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome!
You're welcome!

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~Irixian Feb 23, 2013 Professional Writer

awww

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