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As I enter the arena and the blood sport begins; I gaze around the room, at the fighting ***** all dressed in battle trim. Angry eyes telling tails, chests puffed out, **** and ****** feathers scattered to and fro, spurred on by spite... Amidst the bitter cries; and angry beaks; talons rip and wound again and again until the match is over and everyones a loser; Even the hen!
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
I put my **** in a ***** bag.
As I enter the arena and the blood sport begins; I gaze around the room, at the fighting ***** all dressed in battle trim. Angry eyes telling tails, chests puffed out, **** and ****** feathers scattered to and fro, spurred on by spite... Amidst the bitter cries; and angry beaks; talons rip and wound again and again until the match is over and everyones a loser; Even the hen!
Inspired by **** waving & cockfighting.
Purcy
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52/M/Earth
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
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