Monday, December 4, 2017

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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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the tower rose in the twiight
as the tarnished knight approached
across a barren plain
and up to a cold dark moat

the princess sat by the window
twirling her long black hair
as the knight approached the tower
unaware, so unaware

the monster crouched in the shadows
with his eyeballs burning low
the knight had traveled many a mile
but still had far to go

the handmaid sat by the princess
nodding as she sat
the princess is so thin, she thought
and the monster is so fat

the raven flew above the clouds
no message for to send
it flapped its wings and wondered
if the night would ever end

the knight rode up to the tower
and saw its iron door
he had a sword in his right hand
but he dd not know what for


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