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Kingdom


Kingdom: I stamped, the drained, cracked dirt, the emasculated heath, I climb upon my rusted stead, screeching, when it sways, The seats are worn, but the chains ,still hold, I Declare! This, As my kinGDOm, I have conquered the land, It is mine. “Now, onward! Im off to conquer the library.” “Hey Baba... Will you teach me how to read?”
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johnomar
The format was changed. The spacing is a lot different then the way it is presented here. Oh well.

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