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Issacus Divus

ᛋᚢᚾᚢ ᚱᛖᛟᚱᛞᚲᚤᚾᛁᚾᚷᚨᛋ


Issacus Divus

ᛋᚢᚾᚢ ᚱᛖᛟᚱᛞᚲᚤᚾᛁᚾᚷᚨᛋ
To my Love.

The great parlour wherein nobility's rump drank and dined fell silent as he entered. He paused to survey the vista, his tawny locks swaying gently upon majestic gaze. His eyes, wont to pierce the world, now pierced the bosom of his kin. Renowned men blushed, some in shame others by virtue of envy and ladies-clad in precious stone and splendid finery-careened and fainted. Alexander had returned.

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Hemo Rusticus

J. Wellington Wimpy
This was a hot tamale back in the days of yore, but now, well, not so much.