The paternoster of tiny feats

Bulldog Boris

Our Premier, who art in clover, Hollow be thy claims; Thy King Dom comes; Thy will be done in court, as it is inevitable:  Give us this day our daily bluffs; And forgive us our stupidities, as we forgive them that voted for you; And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from throttling you. 

our King Dom comes

For swine like the King Dom, his power, and his glory, should wither and wither.  Amen

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