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A Small Poem
by The Rule of Pain
They sat down and had tea,
as time went,
as time went by they got a little bit older and a little bit slower,
afraid she'll die,
I informed him at the third night as fortune gives,
A man without terrors from beard to false,
As the headmaster reported to my son,
He really can try, as they do, to find function,
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high,
And his eyes were low...
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