Crafter of legends,
Dwarven blacksmith brother blue,
Crudest of tongues too!
About the Creator
Caitlyn Lecour
Enter the garden of my mind
And be surprised by what you find.
Stories and poems for sure,
But what of your own mind's allure?
Allow me the pleasure to share
The pieces of my mind laid bare.
Thank you for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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