Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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by dancing and
telling dull stories
beginning at the
end and regressing
as the time
snails by, as
we cross over
the foreign land
with milk'n honey
and corn squeezings
The meal was
meant to be
an offering to
the concil from
(the) Norwegian Royal birthday-party
tea, skiddles, and
even some of
left-overs from yester-year's
party that took
place in the
village near old
Oslo, where King
was considered as
majestetic and powerful
monarck, though he
never attended such
preparatory schools for
young housewifes from
districts where none
marriages have been
performed recently or
even a party
attended by both
kind since the
night they drove
over the bridge
of troubled water
to see from (a) distance
the little Red
pub that original
belonged to Elves
designed and built
by Moria's inhabitans
to succour wayfarers
suffering from the
ever-lasting sound of
the hammer and
nail, the carpenter
and the walrus
-song hummed by
