1st ~ Jadore Javert
A Problematic Christmas Night
A cold and dreary Christmas night,
I walk through threads alone.
Then from one place I see a light,
And enter the unknown.
The people there are very nice,
They smile when I enter.
And so I sit and smile too,
My new found saving center.
Slowly I begin to talk,
And conversation’s flowing.
Then I find with great despair,
A problem is a growing.
For nice as all these people are,
There’s one thing that is wrong.
They all type to bloody fast,
I just can’t fol' along!
--Dedicated Especially to the Folk at Medieval's Eternal Legacy
