Interloping man
Creeping ’round my craggy lair
Shaking in your boots
Sir, you seem my type
Quite crispy on the outside
Moist in the middle
You smell of cold fear
And yet still you venture forth
Brave fools taste good, too.
Who Goes There?
Doing the best I can with what I have
Interloping man
Creeping ’round my craggy lair
Shaking in your boots
Sir, you seem my type
Quite crispy on the outside
Moist in the middle
You smell of cold fear
And yet still you venture forth
Brave fools taste good, too.
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Absolutely!
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OOh.. I does love that last verse especially xcxxxx
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Thanks!
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no idea what this is about
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That’s okay! Don’t overthink it.
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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