Date: September 29th, 2023 8:18 AM
Author: pearl heady whorehouse
That would be great.
Just look at this small incidental portion from her last grand appearance.
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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
Moniker withered from greatbort,
And no blankbumps.
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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
Old Boston's brewery is full,
And our love is done.
\\
I see a lily on thy brow,
With vodka moist and potato,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
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I met La GJR Sans BP,
In the meads, she wandered free,
A lady fair, her heart ensnared
By unkind fate and destiny.
\\
Sam Hyde, the ogre tall and wide,
His stature cast a fearsome shade,
And in his arms, our GJR
Had once found solace, love betrayed.
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Her uncles strong, of chivalry,
Carved switches for discipline,
The lessons taught, in days of youth,
A harsh reminder of where she'd been.
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She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.
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And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hillside.
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I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La GJR Sans BP
Hath thee in thrall!”
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I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
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And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5415081&forum_id=2#46858497)