| GostManIke Ghost hunter extrodianare | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This my property Felly Melly Ghost Man Ike Boo mista fletchenhimer | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Snu thy relm of snult for thou givith the spin to craw | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I have no nose and my eye is shut, fall down crow for Eglands bout, out thay come for no found perpuse, to this thy relm to find this profound opus Feed me sick with lacking brow , to this I spread the frowmen sound, out come the witch's to stew their pot, for once was Is now IS not | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Raw hard handed free blooded non hammering eye blinking leg shivering arm jumping off and runing away to the plains of the world wair arms are bred, the arm once happy now is not untill this land was found once sout, the place all arms do come and go threw little arm parlers wair sighn lengwige conversations glow, from time to time there thors a blow from one tatooed arm the another not that grown, but in a hole there is much more shacking then fret, for this relm of arms, life is no swet they clap and clasp wile sighning storys of there past lives the time when indapendece was up to the eyes, jesture and remark as arms are known to do,And never once has an arm been slew, they sit and watch there faverit acters who are still conected to the rest of which, once was but now dosent exsist, and they prize the one acter who scurys upon Festers sholder one corter of an arm but a ro model for thos soposdly stronger they hardly sighn of the life left behind, only one thought croses and that thoght is devine | NU
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