Ships Upon the Ocean

Mythica wishes me to curse her might she tell the tale of our troubles to find make script for the fools of Olympus. She then shall become pregant that the Gods of mortals shall see her troublings and have sympothy on her. Aphodiety might smile and whisper to him: unmounted she shall have favor. Speak ill of me and they shall gather to make my wways unpleaseant and altered. Amist the screples of words might she untangle the Sorra and read. To stand foolish and unwanted! Oh yeah world of men she her in troublin site her wicked ways speak of her as such oh ye men of men of wisdom might her sufferage sought the slender stand before the nights barest known of gender "Peel my grapes and Feed Me Might you than be his until then Might she love me than she shall be his peel my grapes and feed me a simple skilless chore Might I speak of you caring how you love and chore" From the Book Fetch the Citole' By a Dry Places