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Warnings...
Weapon of choice?
Fear the wool combs.
99% harmless.
1% lethal.
But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me
Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee,
It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote.
Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote
That I have had my world, as in my tyme.
Weapon of choice?
Fear the wool combs.
99% harmless.
1% lethal.
But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me
Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee,
It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote.
Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote
That I have had my world, as in my tyme.
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