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 Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 4:18 pm
Ok so this is a post contest. First person to post on the 23rd page gets 5k!
Rules:
Follow the gaia TOS
No flaming, spaming, trolling ( If those arnt all the same xD)
Keep all content PG 13 and lower.
Be nice!!
And once again Follow gaia's TOS!
If you violate these rules your post will be deleted..
Ok If you win pm me right away! I will take a look then send you 5k!
Thats all ~ Kayla~
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:35 pm
...in a place faraway from here...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:36 pm
...in an ancient kingdom no one remembers any more...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:47 pm
...there was a small provincial town...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:49 pm
... where people lived happy and simple provincial lives...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:50 pm
...living day by day, time didn't even seem to pass by...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:52 pm
...cause everyday was just as the last one...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:53 pm
... every morning, the sun would rise, iluminating the serene streets...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:54 pm
...those streets all alone, filled with dust and aroma of roses opened to the morning dew...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:55 pm
...filled with doves seeking for bread crumbles and with puddles of water that came from the fishseller's post an evening before...
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 11:58 pm
When the sun rised the milkman would came whistling the same melody as he did everyday...
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:02 am
...carrying that huge crystal bottle he could bearely held...
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:03 am
... the butcher would start sharpening his knives...
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