
How I fear you, Wizard.
For now matter what happens now,
we will meet in the first round.
Your tempest spells; our +2 leather armor.
So top in college-
So amazing in League Play!
How have you been traded so many times?
Pray your hip flexor flexes you yet again.
Stay down Wizard!
STAY DOWN.
death don't play - keep away
10 April 2008
Jiminy Christmas! (or)
How I Learned to Hate You Cricket Wizard
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Labels: new age, pagan dreamscapes, sage, wicca, your Mom's writers group
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