Land of song say the Warrior Bards
Though all the world betrays thee.
One sword, at least, Thy Rights Shall Guard,
And one faithful harp shall praise Thee.
posted by The Minstrel Boy at 1:00 PM
Yeah, but he comes by it honestly. Got it from his battle ax of a mother.
I don't think he's lying. I think he's five fucking years too late, but I don't think he's lying.Have you named the egret yet?
Je n'egret rien!I'll get my coat...
Beautiful. One returns to nature for sanity. The nature of the human animal is not so reliably sane.
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