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And so the apple became rotten,
The wolf howled,
Hair flew in the skies,
Sacrificing to the wooden plates unknown
They rest rhymless.

It came, on the day where the prophecy was announced.

Oh, greetings everyone. I tree arrived.

~ Bobert Beothach ~

And as the smoke glowed on bingo, the owls oinked there promise...
And their promise was cheese............

"one dark and sausage day,"

"there where no eggs to lay,"

"so out like a pickle,"

"with hacksaw and sickle,"

"i'll pepper your eyes with clay"

And so the bald steamy looking man collapsed into tears, realising he had no sibanic left, he lay motionless on the concrete floor.

"Julius!" the old elven mage whispered into his ear.
"Julius......Julius, they say your insane."

The old elven chiefer stood up and lit his reefer,
watching the world go by...............................................