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Pity

Pity,something you can give a lot, but can never be proud of. pty aint worth a penny. thunder evokes lightning lightning evokes rain. pity evokes nothing but hatred and pain. pity the pauper, pity the kings. Pity the world For what she brings. None shall escape past her porcelain nape Deep in her bossom warm, they fall to her to her wicked charm. Oh she wanders wide chasms and yonders. Far away on a hammock, she hears the peal of thunder and lightning frolicking in laughter and merry there she met her adversary in the form of an innocent child.

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