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Me Swears To This

the King of Nottingham shall not wear this sweet crown as we plot to kill him thus take him down just as the ghost-white moon look over our shoulders me swears to this

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/8/2011 5:53:00 AM
May thy stumble over the bridge to River Trent and breaketh thy neck. Long live the King!
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