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Thursday, January 12, 2017
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Will's sonnet 27
Behold mine sonnet 27, groundlynges. Betimes, dost thou reflect upon thy loves at night, so that these do make thy bones weary?
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Need an insult? Will has you covered!
Hastow an one in thy life who doth thinke his worthe more than the market wouldst buy? Feel free to tagge the wretche on Facebooke. Also, thou hast lost the game.
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