I've written a little poem:
Wipe that radiant smile off your face,
you old witch!
I couldn't get it to rhyme though.
I've written a little poem:
Wipe that radiant smile off your face,
you old witch!
I couldn't get it to rhyme though.
Hammer, anvil, forge and fire, chase away The Hoofed Liar. Roof and doorway, block and beam, chase The Trickster from our dreams.Vigilance is our shield, that protects us from our squalid past. Knowledge is our weapon, with which we carve a path to an enlightened future.
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