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Well when the need for more space
was mentioned, one fella spoke
and said our wives have chored and labored
and have seemed to be more
obedeaint, maybe we could build
a space were they can cook together
and make clothes together
leaving the chores to be sorted
out amongest them.
all agreed and built these places
they wanted this year
to end
with a place to celebrate together.
when winter came
the new places were
opened to
the women to sort and conspire.
night after night brawls between woman
came up across the little town.
a group of college aged men from
all walks of life desided
to not marry and they choose
secretly meet
and make pregant 37 women
who were aligned to women
they were to meet
by a creek and become pregant
29 became pregant and some of these women
were aligned to male freinds who were accussed and assumed to
be fathers.
well one day
rumors began ccircling.
some said the town clergy men had
been in consortment with goldminers who
smuggled gold from
mines far away.
and sea faring men who smuck into towns and sold
goods from ships and merchants.
It was beleived the Clergymen knew
the happens and keep
the secrets of these five year of Trulige in a box
he buried in the floor of his home.
It was said he drew a map in his bible.
and the ledger and lute was
buried 3 feet from the east window. Depth of four feet.
It was enclothed in a box
made of the roots
of a apple tree.

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