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i’m no outcast in these woods, where the people who belong are shunned, permitted no entrance to what is sacred and preserved only to those who understand what it feels like to be dismembered at the waist
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
outcast
Trumpets' fanfare, riding, riding 'Neath the Blue and Red, Gallopped Marshal Jimmy Donald While the Tunak fled. Marshal Jim rode off the valley Down to Tunak-land; Rounding off the sub-bots and The Kumars' brutal hand. Raise the standard, sons of iron! Charge, ye horsemen brave! Soar, ye warplanes, into battle, We've got lives to save! Marshal Jimmy, our commander, You direct the way! Through the dim and crooked darkness To a bright new day.
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
Marshal Jimmy's Gallop