Fungal Day

‘Twas a fungal day with brightening early a morn. A firsting after the slap of sovereignty under the flag which left much to draft and congregate in the public house the rest of the day.

“Savage tormentors,” he cried as the shadow clouds marched over the horizon. “Too many deterrents the pass through the forest but remember this: I will return nigh the crickets fall silent.”

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