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Primordial Man

I followed in his footsteps but far back a ways you know It wouldn't do for him to see the way the goblins grow, from every puddle that he left an entity ,alone ,bereft has raised its' head to look around up from the muck,out of the ground. some are fairies and the like and some are elves and some are tykes that soon may grow into a troll to hide beneath the bridge and roll ole Tony down when he comes back a strolling cross his evening track, he'll ask a riddle of the man, and when he doesn't understand he'll say "what have you lost and found since you past by and went to town?"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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