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Her sound functioned in the chorus
of onlooker in my defeat.
Might the Strumb of Kokopelli
danced to the songs of Shiva
and Bragi. I smiled days later
that my retribution might silence
the celebrations
of night. I watched four seven days
while the celebrations
elaborate and expensive
laughed at me defeated.
Atrophied again I aspired to
make my mind as keen as my opponent.
The days prior I ate earthy foods
and had been massaged by Epione.

I ordered twenty Giania fowls
to be cooked in olive oil
and the flours seasoned
that those who were to sup with me
could dine while
the Victory celebration
was being fixed. Or this might be the supper
of evening if I were
defeated.
The day of Epic Extravaganza
I robed stood unclothed until
those who were to dress me arrived.
While waiting a plebian strumpet 
soured me with her affections
to my delight.I loss and lonely
re-keened my my to dethrone he
who was now championed and celebrated.
she washed my feet in wine and dried with
her hair. I spat olive seeded
whilest being dressed and robed.
A blossomed by her dewy kiss
I pushed her face from me, in ceremony
she would stand there until I were to return.
I grappled than to be championed.
Upon my return in ceremony
I took her hand and bought her to
my opponent; and there she denounced him
and plagued her loyalty to me.
there under the rules of Pankration She became
worthy enough to be untroleped and married!

All persons here are adult ranging from 25 to 47
in the Times of the Ancient 
Sholared to be Wise
and Labored to
be Champions!

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