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Mar 2017
T'was the day they trimmed him mane
- an',  suddenly, he looked - just - the same
- as every other peasant boy being sent to war;
- an' they never questioned what they're dying for.
March Twenty-Fifth, Two-Thousand an' Seventeen
Hideous Aegidius O'Crowley
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Hideous Aegidius O'Crowley  20/M/Upon Thee Prairie Plains
(20/M/Upon Thee Prairie Plains)   
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