You thought I would not find the time
insanity's black room to address your sisters
confession of you.
Saith sister, the goat her name Gisilberhta,
strange Germana name, I am Sayre is appropriately
fitted to your cause, again saith she.
She made mention of boots, why would
you need, knee high boots for Gisilberhta a teenage goat.
Saith she, said Gisilberhta has had to be taken to the vet
a half dozen times, some thing about a usability
to produce milk for your cheese.
Saith she, said you will read this, then now after reading this
Gisilberhta has been swigged with another and is even now
as I speak
being questioned in reference to you, having no other...
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