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Cutting Tool Poems - Poems about Cutting Tool


Premium Member Never Land Part 8
...The Monk of Mock has fled the flock caught knocking up a tween. (She brought to light the special rite he sought to leave unseen.) With profaned eyes they agonise, their souls no more sere......

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Categories: cutting tool, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme

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