The Charge of the Plight Brigade
Class assignment: continue a famous line someone else has corrupted
(with more corruption)
Into the valley of Meth
Rode the six hundred
Who would not ride out
Their faces pale, their figures gaunt
"We've found it," they said
And so they did
Searching for the greatest gifts
In the deepest shadows
They kept onward
It was waiting there
Shining in the darkness
Their last reward.
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