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Upon A Stone Cold But Pa why do I have to go? Why are you dragging me? What do you need with that knife? I looked down and my sheep were there, bleating Across the cold stone my father made me lay as he recited some prayers, and then raised his blade over my head, and said, “I will obey” m’lord. To whom was he talking? I saw no one The mystery continues Some believe Some don’t I’m a mugwump!!! |
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