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Oh dear, what have I done (Spidwardo)

This is for http://lauand.livejournal.com/88675.html (THE SECOND EDITION OF THE FANART-THAT-LOOKS-DRAWN-BY-A-FIVE-YEAR-OLD CONTEST).

This piece illustrates the concept from a fic that I'm not sure is done yet (and if it is I need to find it and read it).

Eduardo Can't Come to Palo Alto - Mark texting Wardo on an iPhone, while Wardo is dangling upside-down from a building. Mark's heart breaking can be seen coming out of Wardo's pants (where his phone is).

The voting entry is here; mine is a late entry so will not be up immediately; I don't expect anybody to vote, but the rest of the entries are even more hilarrible.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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