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How Do You Plead, Your Honor |
Well, hell, it's a damn good thing you didn't blow me bargaining Or pity, otherwise I might've Sucked it up to the delight of my storm crows. Toothy tempters all the while Could not efface my easy smile, Burning free from where we sat I thumbed my nose and leered back at my circling storm crows. Did you hear the bubble burst When lust ran off and hid in thirst? Drawing glares into a shroud I drank a leering, laughing cloud of circling pet storm crows. Cover up the poor knight's eyes, For they are all we truly prize. Come, dig your substance from our beaks! We will not give what beggar seeks, We ravenous circling pet storm crows. |