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Who rules o’er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? ‘Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!

Brian Jacques

Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
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Magic Thinking Warrior
Friend is a very small word, A little sound we make, For one who is true, one who will do, Great deeds for friendship’s sake.
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Deeds Sake Sound
Tell the Queen that there’s been a robin red-breast hanging about Kotir grounds. It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks it might be something to do with those woodlanders.
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Queens Robins Thinking
I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory.
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Good Memories People Very
Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.
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Age Sometimes Young
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
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Broke Sea White
Absoballylutely top hole, wot. A and B the C of D I’d say. . . Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.
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Above Beyond Call Duty Hole
I think that others can drive a creature to naughtiness, always accusing and blaming them. After a while it must make the creature unhappy and drive him…to be naughty, because nobody expects them to be good.
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Naughty Thinking Unhappy
The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
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Door Open Travellers Woodlands
Where’s the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?
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Fighting Foe Slaying
See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
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Follow Heart Mouse Small
Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they’re never really gone. Somewhere they’re watching over you and they’re always there inside your heart. -Martin
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Grow Up Heart More Over
So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!
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Ago Long Night Wind
He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!
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Law Mace Paws Woe
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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Chopped Country Peopel Sycamore
I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc… to find success writing children’s novels.
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Children Thinking Writing

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