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"Rhymes?" I inquired. "You're looming about all diaphanous in the middle of the day, puking cryptic rhymes? Low craft and tawdry art, ghosting about at noon - a parson's fart heralds darker doom, thou babbling wisp."
— Fool
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by Christopher Moore
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| Submitted by: | nullatrum |
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