Sequential Comedies of Literature by John S. Troutman

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1. Rock
   Posted June 20, 2013 at 1:17 AM | Permalink

   o_o Miss, I’d chuck a stone at the bird and go dance on the village green whilst raising youe skirt at the ankles. You’ll have more luck finding a hubby that way than relying on ornithological prophecies.

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2. ShinyHappyGoth
   Posted June 20, 2013 at 12:15 AM | Permalink

   Kirkward = churchward

   A very encouraging poem, that. How is the robin supposed to know, anyway?

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   • Rock
     Posted June 20, 2013 at 6:55 AM | Permalink

     He doesn’t, but he hangs out with that raven who said “Nevermore”. He gets ten percent off the bounty for every soul plunged into despair and suicide that the raven carries back to Night’s Plutonic Shore.

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