A saddle-goose once saw death’s head upon a mop-stick weeping.
“What is the matter, my gaunt bud?” he asked, since tears were dripping,
but what could be said at the sound of a bell beyond the timeless
“Bollocks!”
A saddle-goose once saw death’s head upon a mop-stick weeping.
“What is the matter, my gaunt bud?” he asked, since tears were dripping,
but what could be said at the sound of a bell beyond the timeless
“Bollocks!”
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