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My throat is cold It speaks like steely knives My hands grip on its last resort, ready to attack Throw stones towards the towers With the best of shields Like […]
My throat is cold It speaks like steely knives My hands grip on its last resort, ready to attack Throw stones towards the towers With the best of shields Like […]
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Paul Johnson's comedy blog: I didn't get into comedy to be rich or famous. All I've ever wanted was to be loved...by somebody rich and famous.
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