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Unsung Threnody For a Well Sewn Hero

Bare skull and cross bones existence on the peripheral outskirts of poker flats lives a slip of a man, whereat he never felt deserving accolades linkedin with appeasement, sans pat on back congrats, asper bringing peace, and tranquility to the kingdom taken over by trumpeting democrats, without any armed populace resorting, (nor police present) affecting a coup d'etat (carried out by military expats), no...amazingly enough, non violent government takeover won by votes during midterm elections, who rendered the equivalent outcome (actually a stunt more difficult) than analogously bringing rabbits out of hats, which predominant number of socially progressive winners shared the sir name "Katz" ironic since such ethical congressional "Freshman" hoped to scare out all the corrupt rats and, thus hit upon, (or one newly elected acolyte dreamt) master bait, which involved one participant to experience potentially a stormy Dane yell'n date, thus unnamed wizard (specializing in far out, and groovy grandiose high jinks fate hood did don an outfit resembling the Great Tony the Tiger, no matter, he reputedly happened tubby a serial killer, yet said Grand Poobah did integrate each puzzle piece of his Khanate with a combination of bluster, gimcrackery cheap tricks deceit, "FAKE" hate as to snatch the checkered mate, (essentially a hie bred Matted Scottish tartan Harris tweed couture rib banned jester, who didst orchestrate) so much tom foolery, his basic winning technique quite antic quate head, nonetheless far more ingenious than latest technological state of the art revolutionary trappings, thus never outmoded ways underrate!

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