What makes one?
The richnesses?
A kingdom?
Winning wars?
Neither.
The disposable postulants!
Hence the continuous, discomposed, scraping for more.
So, so, so sad.
Silly me, thinking it might have been anything but.
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A corner for fools to go spend some quality punishment time, dunce cap on, publicly humiliated. 'ave it!
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