The red hair flaming frazzled were the locks
I approched with a hay fork
He was starving skinny beaten like cork
He layed down to die
Looked up at me so shy
His final run was the game
I layed down my fork in shame
He had no strength to walk away
He knew his time had come this his final day
Has laoreet percipitur ad. Vide interesset in mei, no his legimus verterem. Et nostrum imperdiet appellantur usu, mnesarchum referrentur id vim.
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