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Poems and such

A Malkuthian Limerick or two.

There once was a rogue from Malkuth

Who had a sore, loose tooth.

He went into battle,

Head butted some cattle,

Toothless is the rogue from Malkuth.

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Does anyone here come from Malkuth?

I hear it can be rather uncouth.

When Byra attacks on a notion,

Take a look at grand Goshen,

While Adago arranges the truce.

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