Lunenburg, Nova Scotia
I light the fire he guards the deermeat
Don't worry, I've seen and I know, So fuck off.
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| Bluenose II Lunenburg, Nova Scotia |
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| Oar Oar I light the fire he guards the deermeat |
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| This is Oar Oar aka.Ork Ork aka.Paws. This is my friend the dog, as noted above excellent guard of deermeat, wise and sage ruler of the dog kennel, master of the dogfood dish, and known for prompt wakeups. 7:30 to 8 isnt' it Ork? |
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| Well bookish and laughable, here I am the guy with the clue, or the shoe or some goddamned thing, therehs not enough honesty left in the world to say we've made mistakes and occasionally made ourselves sick ,and so they should see...they should look into what they've done. What kind gestures, daggers and crooked arrows have wasted, what dreams and mornings of varied weather they have tore apart and made indiscrept. So here it is you hideous papilamovis snakes left to studious inquiry. Doomed are you dragons that scorn fair weather and adornments made of leaves, instead let your harvest be savage winds and tapered spiralling behemoths that arrive in the sky and show no pretense of anything other than we've expected. Don't worry, I've seen and I know, So fuck off. |
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