Blech. I haven't written here for a while. I haven't felt much like it, to be honest. It's as if I've run out of words for my life. Maybe I just need to make some up
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Shivering marmoset, trembling in the evening dew. Would bananas rush to save thee from sure doom? Nay, all fruit lies dormant in the face of danger. No chickens shall scramble mine sock drawer.
Ye Olde Random Poetry Tyme!!!!!
Alas! Yon agahst carnelian!
Has't thou no cors nor curds?
Engulf mine filigree and make HASTE!
Goiim and hoopoe are gutted for thee...
Those are all authentic archaic words from the NIV Bible. Be impressed. be very impressed.
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Would bananas rush to save thee from sure doom?
Nay, all fruit lies dormant in the face of danger.
No chickens shall scramble mine sock drawer.
It doesn't rhyme like yours.
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Did you know an ibex is also a pygarg? I think I need to write about a pygarg. It deserves a whole new post.
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