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1312 ...Author's Notes
that was the year
the Empire discovered dreamers' liquor.
The Duurludirj tried to explain
why it was a bad idea
to harvest the poison glands
of immature dreamskates
and ferment them into
a marvelous, perilous brew.
This poem came out of the January 14-15, 2012 Muse Fusion. It was inspired by a prompt from Ellen Million. It may be sponsored for $7.50 or 8 Torn World credits.
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