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    I'm 29!<br />
    My b-day is April 10th.<br />
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    I love reading. My favorite subjects are sci-fi, steampunk, fantasy and comedy. I especially love mythology related things.<br />
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    I adore wings. Just about any type of them always gives me warm fuzzies to see, although dragon, bird/angelic, and dragonfly are my favorites. I also love when there are multiple pairs of each, dragonfly already having that second set. <br />
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    I love to draw, though I'm not very good, and I don't do it often at all anymore.<br />
    I love Japanese architecture, and I especially love kimonos. <3<br />
    My favorite season is Autumn. The cooler weather, the lack of bugs, and the beautiful colors make it just perfect for me.<br />
    I love anime, cartoons, and graphic novels from any country.<br />
    I love watching movies (both animated and live action) and playing video games, as well.<br />
    I adore listening to music. I have an eclectic playlist, so it's hard to list every genre I like. Pretty much the only things I can say for sure I don't like are rap and screamo/death metal.<br />
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    Western Zodiac: Aries / The Ram<br />
    Chinese Zodiac: Snake (2013 was a Snake year!)<br />
    Celtic Zodiac: The Rowan tree (or Alder, depending on what site is used.)<br />
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    Fav. Colors:<br />
    Red*Magenta*Orange*Yellow*Teal*Black<br />
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    Fav. Animals:<br />
    Cat*Orca (Killer Whale)*Fox*Red Panda<br />
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    Fav. Mythical Creatures:<br />
    Dragons! <3*Phoenix*Harpy*Pegasus*Naga*Mermaid<br />
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    My Favorite Poems<br />
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    Invictus<br />
    By William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903<br />
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    Out of the night that covers me,<br />
    Black as the Pit from pole to pole,<br />
    I thank whatever gods may be<br />
    For my unconquerable soul.<br />
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    In the fell clutch of circumstance<br />
    I have not winced nor cried aloud.<br />
    Under the bludgeonings of chance<br />
    My head is bloody, but unbowed.<br />
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    Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br />
    Looms but the horror of the shade,<br />
    And yet the menace of the years<br />
    Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.<br />
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    It matters not how strait the gate,<br />
    How charged with punishments the scroll,<br />
    I am the master of my fate;<br />
    I am the captain of my soul.<br />
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    Fill A Glass With Golden Wine<br />
    By William Ernest Henley<br />
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    Fill a glass with golden wine,<br />
    And the while your lips are wet<br />
    Set their perfume unto mine,<br />
    And forget,<br />
    Every kiss we take and give<br />
    Leaves us less of life to live.<br />
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    Yet again! Your whim and mine<br />
    In a happy while have met.<br />
    All your sweets to me resign,<br />
    Nor regret<br />
    That we press with every breath,<br />
    Sighed or singing, nearer death.<br />
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    1875<br />
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    Charge of the Light Brigade<br />
    By Alfred Lord Tennyson; 1809-1892<br />
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    I<br />
    Half a league, half a league, <br />
    Half a league onward, <br />
    All in the valley of Death <br />
    Rode the six hundred. <br />
    `Forward, the Light Brigade! <br />
    Charge for the guns!' he said: <br />
    Into the valley of Death <br />
    Rode the six hundred.<br />
    II <br />
    `Forward, the Light Brigade!' <br />
    Was there a man dismay'd? <br />
    Not tho' the soldier knew <br />
    Some one had blunder'd: <br />
    Their's not to make reply, <br />
    Their's not to reason why, <br />
    Their's but to do and die: <br />
    Into the valley of Death <br />
    Rode the six hundred.<br />
    III <br />
    Cannon to right of them, <br />
    Cannon to left of them, <br />
    Cannon in front of them <br />
    Volley'd and thunder'd; <br />
    Storm'd at with shot and shell, <br />
    Boldly they rode and well, <br />
    Into the jaws of Death, <br />
    Into the mouth of Hell <br />
    Rode the six hundred.<br />
    IV<br />
    Flash'd all their sabres bare, <br />
    Flash'd as they turn'd in air <br />
    Sabring the gunners there, <br />
    Charging an army, while <br />
    All the world wonder'd: <br />
    Plunged in the battery-smoke <br />
    Right thro' the line they broke; <br />
    Cossack and Russian <br />
    Reel'd from the sabre-stroke <br />
    Shatter'd and sunder'd. <br />
    Then they rode back, but not <br />
    Not the six hundred.<br />
    V<br />
    Cannon to right of them, <br />
    Cannon to left of them, <br />
    Cannon behind them <br />
    Volley'd and thunder'd; <br />
    Storm'd at with shot and shell, <br />
    While horse and hero fell, <br />
    They that had fought so well <br />
    Came thro' the jaws of Death, <br />
    Back from the mouth of Hell, <br />
    All that was left of them, <br />
    Left of six hundred.<br />
    VI<br />
    When can their glory fade? <br />
    O the wild charge they made! <br />
    All the world wonder'd. <br />
    Honour the charge they made! <br />
    Honour the Light Brigade, <br />
    Noble six hundred!<br />
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    There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)<br />
    By Sara Teasdale; 1884-1933<br />
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    There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,<br />
    And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;<br />
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    And frogs in the pools singing at night,<br />
    And wild plum trees in tremulous white;<br />
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    Robins will wear their feathery fire,<br />
    Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;<br />
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    And not one will know of the war, not one<br />
    Will care at last when it is done.<br />
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    Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,<br />
    If mankind perished utterly;<br />
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    And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn<br />
    Would scarcely know that we were gone.<br />
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    Thoughts<br />
    By Sara Teasdale<br />
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    When I am all alone<br />
    Envy me most,<br />
    Then my thoughts flutter round me<br />
    In a glimmering host;<br />
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    Some dressed in silver,<br />
    Some dressed in white,<br />
    Each like a taper<br />
    Blossoming light;<br />
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    Most of them merry,<br />
    Some of them grave,<br />
    Each of them lithe<br />
    As willows that wave;<br />
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    Some bearing violets,<br />
    Some bearing bay,<br />
    One with a burning rose<br />
    Hidden away--<br />
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    When I am all alone<br />
    Envy me then,<br />
    For I have better friends<br />
    Than women and men.
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