These poems are getting worse by the minute.  I can't wait to see what I cook up for the other five pages I have to finish.  In any case, this is the grand library, wherein is contained all written works.  All of these, in one form or another, should pertain to the Seventh Guardian of Midnight.  As things very rarely turn out the way that I expect them too, however, this is not likely to happen.  Boned again.  Anyway, they may or may not be written by me, and, like my gallery, may or may not be appropriate for people without dirty minds.  Continue at your own risk.  

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