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and she was more than happy to get off the old scallop dragger, MacTaggart wasn't sorry do see her go 'cause the old ex-priest fancied the young lad himself, so he hoisted.....
 
a 10000 mile journey, enough time to satisfy his lust, and as he dropped trou and faced the boy the harpoon struck him right between the ....
 
...and as the goddess drifted away she smiled and rested against the first-aid kit and morphine...
 
...waterside take-away restaurant - the goddess asked for a menu and after what seemed like an eternity she ordered...
 
and were sucked into the warp engines of a Rigelian Planet Destroyer aiming at the Earth and causing a chain reaction in the Nuclear Containment Chamber that effectively .......
 
causing an explosion of newborn blemishes, whitecaps on a caldera of hot pus, some oozing their white magma until the face resembles ........
 
...wearing his hot pink thong, his hair blowing in the wind with a million dollar smile, his gold caps glinting off the sun...
 
...a laptop computer the kind used back around 2010; the King adjusted himself, swung his hips and sang like a mighty eagle "Whoooooaaaahhh" - his worldly eyes settled on the laptop screen - strangely it was a chatroom - year 2007....some strange kinda garbled nonsense - the King was inspired to sing a new song: the lyrics went like this...
 
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
* Chorus: All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you. (repeat)

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud AND one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin

Chorus

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

Chorus
 
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