07-16-2018, 09:06 PM
"Many?" Xapul repeated. She was intrigued, to say the least. "I consider myself interested. Is there a task I must perform--accomplish, fulfill, complete--yes, before I would be inducted?" The foul stench that clung to the air seemed irksome, but she'd learn to live with it.
Ply her heart with gold and silver.
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...