Twain Tweak
King's forest and the Indian turnip like twain a good story never dyes blue
I took a bite while it was ripe tom's hen's can a wails prince snipe
I didn't fall off a truck but that was hot trees on their knees while plants surplant
Hankering tree eight racoon's hand in the plate teaching in nature to wit to what not
must find the truth before it's to late watching stag when swan squalks
entering in crows talk Eagle harolds is it legal weather unfit for regal
Guide needs a guide in the woulds lost pilgrim hiding in another's woods
Humbty took his fall trying to lift spirits from a hill far away tumbles little bird flit
wise owl with scowl swoops missing his prowl You would have to go to india
For this story to be told proper since colombo didn't go far enough east
the west will have to make indian dew
turnips deception lies and who's who
always bite you in the matlocks
don't turn around now we are over half way through
the prince and the pauper grows in forest way
had it been another they might have been dismayed
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