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#11
03-28-2017, 06:55 AM
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I wander around, passing mobs slithering and squeaking,
And every now and then, I hear distant howling and shrieking. I'm as rare as they come, rare as any named can be, The wanderings of my PH are still a mystery. My namesake may place me on the deck of a ship, Though the nearby boat won't travel at much clip. | ||
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