A Dragon Tale about a Green Fairy

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bush which didn't bother him in the least.

"Drank rain," she said, watching him with a love

growing from her dead fathers memory.

They gazed at each other for a moment

The dragon felt his soul's worth rise through his

bad habits and heard himself say "How

small in the pupil black I am. Blink

and I am restored like Christ to God through

the cross, like a flowers fragrance through thorn

and seed, like a bird to flight with wings of airgliding aria's mystery. Blink and in your eyes,

I feel the worth of soul."

The fairy smiled and blushed briefly sweet.

The dragon, shifting personas, said soft,

"Tell me sugar, since you're a fairy,

and so very a straight shooter forward,

what you know about this marriage love thing

princesses are always crying

about before I eat their prince.

"What do they say?" she asked with a prayer

for patience silently said to herself.

"They are always going on, crying, weeping, pleading

about their kind, devoutly true love

being their absolutely best

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