From the land of Bigfoot's birth comes the legend of Doetown.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Chapter I: And so it had begun...
In Doetown dwelt he who was Roy Doe and did he live in squalor and death did hover over him as a fly upon a dunghill and did Roy Cry out,
"oh, Lord hear my voice and see my breath for I loathe of the doggies and cannot drink with them."
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