The Gang Reunited

When we meet, theres no telling what can come of it.

Visiting the town, we check whats new at the market.

Falling into papers and dice is merely the start.

A few bad turns and we all take it to heart.

 

The name is something something dragons.

Making us forget our precious phones.

We pass our imaginary flagon.

I feel right at home.

 

 

 

 

 

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