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Originally posted by wackeviews
Quote:
Originally posted by halsword
there was a young bea of ryde, who ate green apples and died, she was not lamented, when the apples fermented, leaving cider inside her inside.
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HALSWORD WE NEED A DUET LOL
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a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, thou art more temperate, and more fare.