Wednesday, 15 July 2015
At your peril
Thy breath stinks with eating toasted cheese
Thy wit's as thick as tewsbury mustard
Feeling like corpse because doctor put some fabrics in my nostril
The pain in the head at your peril
I wish to grow strawberry seeds on your face
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