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Sep 2013
Slept through all that ******* Thunder
but not the closing of the front Door?

Pardon us, your ******* Highness,
for living some of our Lives
before ******* 18:30;

Please, your ******* Highness,
take a step back from yourself
if you can fathom anything
other than yourself.

We try not to begrudge you your Schedule;
reciprocate by not begrudging the majority of the House theirs.
Yay self-absorbed roomates!
Anubis the Philosomancer
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