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Fantastic Journey
It was a quaint little shop Looking strangely out of place And the owner was a hermit With a crinkled young old face. He was a man of distinction Of health hearty and hale, Had looked a Haggis in the Eye and lived to tell the tale. He had lived with a mermaid Having found her in distress Nursed her back to health To become his new mistress. He had sailed the seven seas, Served with a Samurai band, Been a leading Ronin before Sailing away for Samarkand He had awoken the Kraken Then, before it was too late Quietly swum away to avoid A somewhat gruesome fate. He had hunted with Vampires But only on those darkest nights For they'd had to be recoffined Before any sign of daylight. The werewolves of Carpathia Had taught him transfiguration A secret he'd long discarded Once he'd left that roving nation. Bareback ridden a unicorn Learned all its Pan Pipe skill; Sometimes early on cold dark Mornings he would play it still. He didn't believe in Faeries. Didn't like to fantasise, Only believed in those things He'd seen with his naked eyes. I left him making a Herbal tea Said I didn't quite know when But the very next time I passed I'd pop in and see him again. I shouted my goodbyes As he worked away inside And I eagerly continued on My Magic Carpet ride.
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