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Sham and Sorcery

The Super-hero swings his sword Down clang, clang, clang, It rang, rang, rang, Went bang, bang, bang On his foeman’s thick, thick skull. The publishers commission more Such tales, tales, tales, (More sales, sales, sales!) And males, males, males Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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