

Metis PoemI am wrapped tight in a blanket, Its woolen, warm and bright red, It's old and frayed but tightly woven, And smells of an ancient coven, Of sweetgrass and sage and lofty pine, Of broth and meat boiled in white wine, And it keeps me warmer than any other, Same as it did to my long-lost brother, A simple man in a strange new land, He took new friends by the hand, And taught them how to parle Français, And in return they taught the Indian way, Two became one they came together, To live on green fields joined forever, And the red blankets they traded, KMetis Poem
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Where the hell are you getting all those matches?
And when you're done, we're striking that WHOLEEEEE thing at once.
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So a Seal walks into a club.
I'M SORRY. I'LL STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH K?
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So a Seal walks into a club.
The ichigo sword, if we made it jointed with hinges that are really small, the hinges wouldn't hold up the weight of the sword
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"I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't one than live my life as if there isn't one and die to find out there is."
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