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Thes Demlour
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Created on 5-1-07
Thes Demlour are forur creats;
Whom emblor all that which seeks,
That malor from one to ploy,
When thee stroble to defoy.
I enwouratched my ancestealed,
As he set out to demandealed,
To famish one to grogly ghast.
None a troubler for his falast,
It was enough with his porwacal sword;
Whom ghastly heart was tored,
And shining down a herific soul;
The mangy beats played its tole.
The Township once again estorable,
And repland down this extrude fable,
Of a knight knew to be shadfuol,
To tomor down a mangly hull.
Now its dismaled, retold to the earld,
For what is lost was now demerld;
From a mere hero of the forlores,
On the distalled shores of Banlagor.
Whom emblor all that which seeks,
That malor from one to ploy,
When thee stroble to defoy.
I enwouratched my ancestealed,
As he set out to demandealed,
To famish one to grogly ghast.
None a troubler for his falast,
It was enough with his porwacal sword;
Whom ghastly heart was tored,
And shining down a herific soul;
The mangy beats played its tole.
The Township once again estorable,
And repland down this extrude fable,
Of a knight knew to be shadfuol,
To tomor down a mangly hull.
Now its dismaled, retold to the earld,
For what is lost was now demerld;
From a mere hero of the forlores,
On the distalled shores of Banlagor.
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