Rudyard Kipling's concubine.
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
I sing of arms and the man... ...not his farm and gas mine... (This is a tale of heroes in war, not agribusiness and the energy sector.)
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