Homing In On Stuben Roo
Homing in on Stuben Roo..
Stuben Roo, the man who knew,
That spinned the tales of Abennew,
The place that dawned before the night,
The place that spawned the Abbenite,
Colors, sounds and happenstance,
Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance,
Will he belong forevermore?
Take out the key and lock the door?
Or break the chains that held him there,
By crimson stains, and heart laid bare.
If your trying to figure this out dont bother,
it's a sensless tounge triage, in the flavor of Dr. suess
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