He had skin of green, long lashes too. He was gone, but he's got much to do. And I think to my self, what a wonderful gnome
I see caves ahead, and purple light, A bright warm fire, now a dark knight. And I think to myself, what a wonderful gnome
The colors all around him, grow crystals for his eyes. There's silence on the faces of the zombies passing by. I see puppets on his hands saying, how do you do? What there really saying is "Smart Man" I love you.
I hear altherians running, they look scared. There books contain knowledge He'll never know. And I think to myself, what a wonderful gnome. Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful gnome.
And with that, a printing press silently awakens.
_________________ --- Eric Hughes
There once was a gnome called Oozy, Who kissed a Yaricite floozy. But rather than wed, She drowned him instead, Now he is a Yaricite toosey!
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