Piecemeal
In the mystical forrest of Morn, for a lioness an eagle was drawn. While she was asleep, he went in knee deep. And thus the Gryphon was born. ... At the mines, of copper and tin felatio, to a pixie was given To the giver a question was met, pixie or sprite, devil's pet ? "Not even close, I am but a Goblin" ... From a bottle, a genie did spawn, three wishes i give, is the norm. A catch to my wishes, the trouble, each thing that you wish, wife gets double. An expensive ferrari, to start, two for the spouse, part for part. A million of currency, wish two, Two million for wife, richer than you. Third wish, i get with my breath, I wish for you to beat me HALF to death ...
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