The King

The man


He live on the yard,
walking through the garden.

He live on the tree house,
with nobody around.

Wake up on 5, 
sometimes at 6,
he like when the sun 
woke up him first.

What about teeth,
moustache hygiene,
I mean, cut it!
But nobody care.

Right from his armpits,
he smells it is not right.
But somehow he sees,
that nobody’s around.

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.

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and that was the beginning of Kings courage.
See you in later, here-basis my dear colleagues.

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