That was beautiful. Please, tell me more. It sent waves of nostalgia of our first meeting through my soul, and I am so glad you remembered to send me that. Brings a tear to the eye.
A volly of praises hath rained down upon the great writings of my musings. The infidels have wrought upon my person a volley of insults, but their voices have been overpowered by the laudatory compliments.
The eyes hath not seen, the ears hath not heard, Neither has it entered into the hearts of man, The things which pokeshipping hath prepared for them. Tis true what the poets say: "One cannot help the doomed!"
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