by AArdvark » Sun Nov 10, 2013 9:00 am
Banquo: Hath yonder bear, art yon to consume, Hamlet, our mortal bones. Fie, and angry he is.
Hamlet: Doth run away and flee should we, ere bear, large and fierce, greets us with claw and tooth.
Banquo: Alas! too fleet of foot yon verily mountain of brown death comes to us as eagles flight on high. Tis of no avail dear Hamlet, to take wing of heels.
Hamlet: To run fleeting of bear nay verily. Flee faster than you odds bodkin, I only need to do.
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AARDVARK
Banquo: Hath yonder bear, art yon to consume, Hamlet, our mortal bones. Fie, and angry he is.
Hamlet: Doth run away and flee should we, ere bear, large and fierce, greets us with claw and tooth.
Banquo: Alas! too fleet of foot yon verily mountain of brown death comes to us as eagles flight on high. Tis of no avail dear Hamlet, to take wing of heels.
Hamlet: To run fleeting of bear nay verily. Flee faster than you odds bodkin, I only need to do.
THE
NO METER
AARDVARK