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Wasted Inheritence

Wasted Inheritence

He carried a spear in his hand
To protect his father’s fabled land
For father had taught him never to fear
And to worship his land and his spear
So…he waited from dusk to dawn
Fervently glaring the remote horizon

One morn…they came on thousand horses
And valiantly he stood against the forces
But…to his awe they offered him wine
And four full grown turkeys to dine
He threw his treasured spear…bowed down
And conceded his fatherland to the crown

The crown greeted him with a grin
And used his spear to circumcise his skin!

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