/Mine eyes have seen the coming of the gimp/ He is sniffing at my ears where the drafts of yore are felt;/
He hath forced the rictus grinning at his pungent gray pelt/
His eyes go rolling on./
(He hath forced the rictus grinning at his pungent gray pelt/
His eyes go rolling on./
Tahkcalb ω∞ for sigs,
Wed 1 Jun 2011, 7:01,
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