Some guy told me that some guy he knew said a guy he knew in Rome said it was going to be tomorrow.
I'm betting that God isn't finished
Who am I to step on a person's fondly held fantasy life? Whatever floats your boat.
Adventures in Albion
Weep, weep O Walsingam, Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies, Holy deedes to dispites.
Sinne is where our Ladye sate, Heaven turned is to helle;
Sathan sitte where our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh, farewell!
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