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battered and battered with no kind to grind the wooden maiden, set in the waves of Poseidon; shattered and shattered for no rind left behind by rai-den who caves in to get in and raid-in’. clattered and clattered each weatherin’ unkind thunderous raven, with avarice preyed to dine in and have a rice  or some mice, for no Bast left to my aghast. tattered and tattered my witherin' mind, so in the captain’s haven I shivered and laid in, prayed and gave in at last.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
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I Travelled the weary tribes of willow, mellow the climes of starry up above fellow; the waning grace shined with no diffidence, well oh well the white berry ripes in confidence Follow the path which goes to the lake of the wild, One I spend as a child, some thousand nights staring at the Argos with starry eyes, painted and clothed by the skies of thousand nights with pearly whites, soul tainted and clotted, one cries and dies for the beauty is of no mild
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
The lake