I like turkey. i like pork
i like monkeys. i like sporks.
turtle chicken turtle dork
turtle monkey turtle fork
The man hugged his son
and relinquished his hold
he kiss't his wife,
and took his knife,
and walked out of the door.
Now in the house, the son will sit
until the early morn
a tide sweeps through,
the humble home,
and drowns both, ends their life.
Meanwhile, on the road
the man is shuddering,
deathly cold.
His face pale, his temper hot
his sword bright, his armour wrought
brightened silver, shining gold
finest jewels, pay his toll
He walks stooped,
he enters the gate,
the gatekeeper stares
and retreats a pace.
Meanwhile, his best friend
is walking the streets
looking for food, or somewhere
to stay, and rest his cold feet
on the cold day, another young stray
walks up to a heater and stays
until a urchin comes up,
kicks the young pup,
and sits there till the sun comes again
Inside the gate, the man stops
and looks back over his shoulder
whoever knows him, will never again
forget the gods that are older
than many above, many below
many things, here hither untold
the tiniest things may cause a big change
the largest things may not take the blame
and even now then, a sword may be shamed
by a dagger that's polished and used everyday
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