Phoenix couldn't sleep last night...

...so he wrote poetry instead.

Whether you're Witch
Or whether you're Wittan,
In the US, Europe or Britain,
Whether your druid, heathen or Celt,
There's a place that love can always be felt.
Its a little place right here on-line,
Where everything is good, everythings fine,
Some talk of laughter others appease,
People like me only spout Cheese,
But one things for certain as I sit by my stove,
It really hard to rhyme the word 'Grove'.

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When you're surfing the internet back at home,
Dont make the mistake of thinking your alone,
For in Pagan Cyberland a few creatures reside,
Who run and duck and duck and hide,
From pagan 'Real-ies' who invade their home,
With broad band connection or dial-up phone.
For their existance is always threatened,
By lazy 'Realies' not nuclear weapons,
So after you click - scroll back to the top,
Coz every half page makes a Gnome go Pop.

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That's what happens when he can't sleep....