A Dragon Tale about a Green Fairy

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should soon play in the moons craters.

So, my dear dragon, when will we

have our wedding? June, I think, would be wise."

The dragon smiled, envisioning a

a child born between them, a little crustacean

of a thing they would call FarAgony.

But, the smile turned to a sigh. "Fairy,"

he said, "I'm not the best of dragons, you

you know. I have no offering of gold or jewels

to pay for the needs of children. They,

though a pleasing fantasy, are just that.

I, unfortunately, am good only at writing poems.

Gold has never been my interest or true need.

And, though I love you very much, my dear,

my future only holds hope for more poems

written for my soul's perfection, and piled

upon the floor, but never worth more than

the bones that they were etched on. This

is an unfortunate fact. My true heart

is the work of creating. However,

it is not the hard business of selling.

I've tried. I have. But the world

cares more for immediate pleasures

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