And with his shovel, Wah did toil, with stomach churning, dug up the soil. He found an earring, then an ear, and so began a cruel year. Day by day, and month by month, Wah nurtured clues and grew a hunch. A simple man, of shrub and vine, who trimmed back lies and found the crime. And found the criminals who thought, a man who labors can be bought. Not Wah, he knows the Truth is all
that bears sweet fruit in gloom of Fall.
that bears sweet fruit in gloom of Fall.
wtf are you on about, WAH?
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