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Rank 4
13 Nov 2009
Melbourne Australia
PostedNov 21, 2012 5:15 am
Haha thank you guys for taking the time to read it. I just had to let the emotions out Razz And thank you for everything Memphis. You really were and always will be the King. Smile


Rank 4
15 Aug 2011
PostedNov 25, 2012 3:06 pm

Re: Poetry on the current Condition of Wolfteam and Memphis!

By Your own [GS]Pakiman
yaseenmalik wrote:
I haven't seen people making a poem so here is a quick one by your very own [GS]Pakiman

This poem is about Memphis leaving and the mysterious future that lays ahead.

I see people complaining...
I see people crying...
Words cannot express my disappointment...
Our King is gone...the only shining bright light....has been extinguished..
Darkness has spread among the Community...
Signs of corruption are showing...
So what's next.....What will happen next...
Only time will tell....Who will be the one...
The saviour...The one....the new shining light....
Hackers roaming the game freely...
Game is in chaos...

Will we see the same Wolfteam...
The same game we loved....
The game that gave us great friends...
The game that gives us this great community...
The special bond between the game and us...
The game that goes beyond borders...
The game that brings all nations, races, religions together...

Time is a gift. Lets hope time gives us our wolfteam back. <3

I will always love this game and the community! Respect to all.  

mine just WAY BETTER

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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