notDatsyuk
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- Jul 20, 2018
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Now, the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, limekilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries!
That time of year thou mayst in Keefe behold
And yellow’d Leaves, to be slain, do hang
Upon the host at Scotiabank which rage against the cold,
Bare electric choirs, to tunes the sweet Jets sang.
In me thou see’st the highlights of such day
As after Marner fadeth like a drunken guest;
Which by and by Pierre-Luc’s chopped wood doth take away,
Oouston’s top shelf, (yo Helly seals against their best).
In Nikky thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of Leaves D doth lie,
And Charanna’s death-bed, whereon they must expire,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This our Jets perceiv’st, which makes our cheer more strong,
To Answer the bell, and to hose yon Leaves ere long.
(Troilus and Cressida)
Just having a bit of fun. I've always liked Winnipeg, and still have a sister living there.
