GIP du jour

[lysana]

Comments

[paka]

The skald's song hits hard;
All in company call out in thanks,
That they have tongue to rhyme, and of them
Two hyped feet, strong feet to set upon the wolf's-broad-road, horse-dust-road.
Gladness he brings in the midst of sorrow,
A poet, super-dope homeboy from Oakengarth.
Thus am I known,
And this beat can none touch.

[lysana]

That rules the meadhall. Fo shizzle.