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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