Doth my ears deceive me? Is that old Lord Alfy's poems?
I don't know how you're still awake after reciting from that gloomy old windbag, but I applaud your fortitude.
Anyway, you really reckon this place is running on fairyland logic? Eat their food, drink their wine and you can never get out unless some intrepid young lass in a kirtle green goes rose-picking? Because I think it might be a little too late for most everyone here if that's the case.
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I don't know how you're still awake after reciting from that gloomy old windbag, but I applaud your fortitude.
Anyway, you really reckon this place is running on fairyland logic? Eat their food, drink their wine and you can never get out unless some intrepid young lass in a kirtle green goes rose-picking? Because I think it might be a little too late for most everyone here if that's the case.