Hob bids adue and makes mends for the now
If we trolls have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon we will mend.
Else the Bosch a liar call.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Jeroen shall restore amends.
This will not work if the shadows have offended, and I do not think Puck will restore amends though I may be suprised.
Last edited by Sephie; 08-21-2008 at 10:23 PM.
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