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The hardcore experts would understand what it means to find the attached stone sculpture....
We know....
And due to much-needed ironclad secrecy, we won't say where we found it....
Let's see how deep the rabbit hole is....
Yaba Daba Dooooooooooooooo.
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That is the symbol of the Lamb. Thow shall be seen Thow can run but thow cant hide. Thow can detect but thow he shall inspect. He will read your heart like a book and call you out like a crook. Then end is near so cover your rear, He will comith forth you will runnith north . You will find the pole, but will he save your soul the day will be 3/23 /19 as the moon riseth. Thanks for inspiring that with your post lol I have no Idea what your referring to. and no idea what Im talking about lol
Tommy......your a poet and don't know it !! ..........or maybe he does !!!That is the symbol of the Lamb. Thow shall be seen Thow can run but thow cant hide. Thow can detect but thow he shall inspect. He will read your heart like a book and call you out like a crook. Then end is near so cover your rear, He will comith forth you will runnith north . You will find the pole, but will he save your soul the day will be 3/23 /19 as the moon riseth. Thanks for inspiring that with your post lol I have no Idea what your referring to. and no idea what Im talking about lol
In EnglishI'm packing my steamer trunk and catching the first ship out. Because I know.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
What the heck is that thing?
And due to much-needed ironclad secrecy, we won't say where we found it....
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In English