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tough'd up wench

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              mine dukes bare the
                 scar and callous 
                   yet her frame
                      complains 
                           not

                 mine clumsy oak
                    disturbs her
                          not

                 her slumber 'pon
                         mine
                     I feel hern
                          not
    



*Maryland’s annual renaissance fair is nine weekends 
  of medieval celebrations, welcoming rogues, monks,
  maidens and *wenches ,) to step back to a time when 
  owning a sword was cool.

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