Eveliabedlia Handlelock
A happy-go-lucky Kender I am
Not a thing scares me that stands in my way
Lock doors or not suppose to be locked
Into my knapsack for my handy tools to unlock the door
I love collecting objects that people discard
Some accidently fall in my knapsack I carry around
I vow to return them to its owner then tend to forget
But good intentions, I do posses
But then they call me a thief I don’t’ know why
A great insult to me because I oppose thievery
Tales of my life are dear to me, I try to tell whoever will hear
Don’t insult me my temper gets carried away
Sarcasm, rudeness, and insults I can not help
I’m just a Kender
By eve roper 10/5/2014
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