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Chronicles from the Fat man’s Chest.Chronicles from the Fat man’s Chest.Chronicles from the Fat man’s Chest.Chronicles from the Fat man’s Chest.
I think it was a hot sultry June afternoon,When I first heard the long distance tune,It was a common meeting place,But only voices, No face,7 great ships had raised their flags to the pinnacle,To be a part of this armada called Oracle.And thus begins the chronicle…Knowing what the great 08 fleet had brought,A huge chest of talent in the lot,Strategy was mapped to perfection,We spun the wheel to begin navigation.14 moons later the stars aligned,It had to happen probably pre-destined,For the great ships to meet in unison,The chosen port was Imperial Sheraton.They walked on the new found land,Hunted for food in bin tang.
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