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…churchyard, where the tombs showed broken and neglected under the dark yews. In front of the porch, Sir Lovesalot paused and looked, for thereon hung, fat and foreboding, a longplum, between the thighs of a good knight whom Sir Lovesalot had known.
Marsha Adams
✍ Posy Churchgate
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A longplum- fabulously termed!
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