Two wheels, both alike in dignity,
In fair somewhere nearby before, where we lay our scene,
From ancient parkour break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd toasters take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their violence bury their parents' strike.
The fearful passage of their true love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could do,
Is now the three hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with fearless knee attend,
What here shall wax, our toil shall strive to mend.
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Mad Libs (Meh Own Version)
HumorHi :) This is Ces and welcome to MAD LIBS!! This idea came up earlier while we are watching "Mad Libs (Wassabi Edition)" by hoiitsroi. We tried to make our own mad libs and we got surprised on the result. We laugh very hard and my sister, Konata_Min...
