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Kestrel
| | Posted on Sunday, February 4, 2001 - 11:36 am: |     |
There came a wicked messenger,
from CVI he did come -
with a mind that multiplied
the smallest matter.
When questioned who had sent for him,
he answered with his thumb
for his tongue it could not speak,
it only flattered.
He stayed behind the Township Hall, that's where he made his bed.
And often times he could be seen returning..
Until one day he appeared with a note in his hand, which read;
Oh!, The soles of my feet, I swear they are burning!
The walls began to splitting and the seas began to part...
And, the people who confronted him were many.
Until one day he was told these few words, which opened up his heart:
IF YOU CANNOT BRING GOOD NEWS, THEN DONT BRING ANY!
B. Dylan |
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