NOT YET COUNTING
THE REGIMENT
Yes. Open inventory; and sure do my
hands hurt while my heart is here
bleeding on the company table. And
frankly there's nothing more I can say.
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If this was Sherwood Forest, maybe
there'd be a deal to do. Remember that
Friar Tuck guy: a dented sort of abbot
on a simple sort of bridge? But, really,
I'm too tired to sort or think.
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Rock of ages? Sing for me?
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