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October 13, 2011 / Bika

Fit for a King

I’ve had a stupid posting block since arriving in Oregon, so brace yourself, I’m posting some random dorky stuff I wrote just to knock the cobwebs loose. Yes, they rhyme:

Fit for a King

Once there was a king who lived so very far away
His crown was made of silver and his beard was long and gray
One day he went to table and upon it was a pie
He set his knife upon it and I will not tell a lie
A flock of buzzards tumbled out and flew up to the sky.


Life is less boring when you are around,
and when it’s too quiet you’re my favorite sound,
if I can’t have the world, well, I guess that you’ll do,
everything’s just a bit better with you.


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