~Ode to the Master Hand.

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  1. #1 Lawrz, Mar 12, 2009
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    Children! Children! Sit ye rear here,
    all come, gather-round, lend me thy ear;


    The grim of the night,
    the ghost of thy soul.
    With a body of white,
    the fingers patrol.
    Murderous flicks and fiery slides,
    avoid his tricks by using your shield and then attacking directly afterwards, coincides.


    And then they lived happily ever after.
     

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