On the Eighth of December my Creation brought to me a muster, nay a pride, nay an OSTENTATION of peacocks.
… they sung in ostentation…
I think there may be just a tad more than eight there. Or maybe not.
On the Eighth of December my Creation brought to me a muster, nay a pride, nay an OSTENTATION of peacocks.
… they sung in ostentation…
I think there may be just a tad more than eight there. Or maybe not.
The plumage is merely the beginning…
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