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Haunting Spirit
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Wotton-on-the-Edge
Posts: 86
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Taken aback by the attention from this stranger, Angry could suddenly remeber no more songs. His mind was a complete blank. Fumbling nervously with the silver coin that had been tossed to him, he stood silently, thinking.
"Well, sir, what do you know, normal times I can't think of anything but songs, but now the some whose wan'to here me, I can't think of any! Well, except one, but, begging your pardon, sir, its one that I have writ myself and I don't know if it would be up to scratch for public performance so to speak." The stranger made it clear that he would be more than happy to hear this song that Angry had written himself. 'ere goes then, he thought to himself and, taking another long swig of beer, began to sing; Quote:
<font size=1 color=339966>[ 9:28 AM January 23, 2004: Message edited by: Angry Brandybuck ]</font> <font size=1 color=339966>[ 9:29 AM January 23, 2004: Message edited by: Angry Brandybuck ]
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