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Comments about Mono Kan
Fear not, oh friend,
Fear not the jet black Krunn,
That some, will claim still live on high.
Drive through the mist,
Fear not the fog,
Fear not the Jah-Ruq,
Nor the Strog,
Fear not the wine dark Sun.
Fear not, I say, for far away,
Golosquith shall appear,
Whose streets so wide sell every kind of rispilite, and ray.
Of frodsham-kite and Brayman's trite,
Of gibbon crisp and alanthist,
Oh Goodness! How can one resist,
The garble fish and lobster-twitch that waft from gore to gore?
If prothel paste is to your ...