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@Anonymous: are you high?
this thread is like all the other threads here.
it's like a tard version of memegenerator.
where is this 'o.c' you speak of?
look at the front page
https://canv.as/x/everything/top/2012/5/15
same shit different day
everything posted in 1 or 2 groups by tards
harvesting stickers
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@Anonymous: Get out of here. Canvas needs one less asspain whiner like yourself. This was a good thread. Funny and ORIGINAL material was brought about.
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@Anonymous: Hands down worst poster canv.as has ever seen, your comment was bad and you should feel bad
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@Anonymous: well this picture is awkward now, i just got called 30 minutes after posting saying that i failed it.. oops!
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This day is called the Feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t' old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours
And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words —
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester —
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son,
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day.31





