Thursday, July 20, 2017

9759. MORTE D'ARTHUR

MORTE D'ARTHUR
...a drama in one act...
Oh hell, everything hurts; My teeth 
are wailing, my head feels split in 
two, my stomach grumbles, and I 
can't hear a word you do. Or see a 
thing you say, for that matter too. 
Whatever's left, yes, I throw it all 
away. That fat Friar on that Robin 
Hood future bridge : he, and they,
can all go to their bloody Hell 
with me I say.

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