The Random Diary Entries Of A Fool
Monday
22nd March 1671
Today I met a blue frog collective singing ballads of their youth, by the 10th verse of 'Bad Toad Goes To Market' I moved down the road, onward to shelter from quickening storms and crows who carry chimneys in their feet
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