Oddsmanship at the Table of Forth.

my, my, my'o'my, where d'ye tink that such a
              blessed little strumpling coulda come from?

(ship)wrecked on the sands of Ocheanlogia, just as
                the wall of dawn had arisen, came all sorts of
                           all sorts

of goodly challenges to put on The Table of Forth,
                   where the northern ghosts will cannibalize
in the ongoing thoughtlessness of business perchance.

'truths' of Oddsmanship. No wiggle room. No waddling.
                 just what the self-proclaimed eXperts howl to their
                                  benefactors, whether sweet or savory,
                 never allowing the bent forgetting as to where we came from.



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