This is the last thing I drew.
-Dagger.
Written by drowning young illustrators with pea green sails. "In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter's morn, on a stormy day, In a sieve they went to sea!"
Written by drowning young illustrators with pea green sails. "In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter's morn, on a stormy day, In a sieve they went to sea!"
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