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Sixteen miles of walking along a road.. Rampaged by rampant thunder.. Think not lowly of the traveler then.. If he might fall or blunder.. For broken bones shant stop this man.. Nor will the anticipation.. Because he feels that torture or torment.. Is just part of education..
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
The Silent Crusader
Sixteen miles of walking along a road.. Rampaged by rampant thunder.. Think not lowly of the traveler then.. If he might fall or blunder.. For broken bones shant stop this man.. Nor will the anticipation.. Because he feels that torture or torment.. Is just part of education..
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
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