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I charge death for the life he cost, while he searches for his fee. 'Tis I who owe you nothing, sir, but you can lap my bones for free.

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Published: Feb 18, 2012
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Notes: From "Adopt a Metaphor" community experiment. Metaphor chosen "charge death."

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