The Oath and The BardA Poem by PerditionI have built 'neath these hands a table round, polished with footprints and handled doors. Here I have gathered round laughter and open exchange, dining till drunk in self causation…by far the greatest meal I have ever known.
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Added on January 1, 2018 Last Updated on January 26, 2018 Author
PerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the soul of a clown: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below~ more..Writing
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