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I created this about an old man who is dying. |
| A wandering meander... of old plight and tander. a fellow's last of ol' boring past, and with this last... I will be one of my mast, the sails...oh the sails! This lan' that I know, will surely turn to show. This lan' of mine I will go, into this light. Without burning plight, for furious might. In that right, and so...I travel to the lan' I know. This lan' that I know, will not be turned to foe. Made dorious and dast, makes waste in that hast. And so I will travel, to the lan' unknown, I will.... |