Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
And the lyrics to go with it (click for a youtube of the song:...If I had just one bullet, and a trigger I'd pull itShoot my cupid out of the skyBreak off his wings and ask him just whyHe played such a sick joke on the fool that is meAnd curse me with this sicknessYour love is my heart disease....(This is the slow quiet version, and it's still good.)
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