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There was a duck upon the fen,
eyed by a fox in the glen.
Dusk came, the time was then,
but the duck’s alerted by a wren.
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The hungry fox returned to the den,
the chanced missed for what he does yen.
Morning comes the fox climbs the ben,
from its peak he sees a pen.
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In this pen the tasty hen,
not just one but eight or ten.
The time was now, if not then when.
The fox is wise, it’s in their ken.
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Though overlooked, the ken of men,
the fox still hungry but gained some Zen.
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Sit with me or foe be you
Or stand will I and we be two
Thrust first if it be best
Twist your blade in my chest
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Who shall be, shall be the test
Thou who not is soon to rest
I care not for what you do
I will win yet so may you
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To test the will of a giant
Remembered always as defiant
Giants’ losers as always they be
Taking the time from you and me
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Be this giant if you must
I’m at peace, you can trust
Eye to eye, perspective’s grand
I bear boulders, your grains of sand
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Stomp, splatter, hurl or squish
Shortened wicks hasten a wish
Wind won’t silence, only time
Death lives on in a world sublime
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Stand shall I – face to feet
Choice be yours, ends we’ll greet
Choice be quick, I’ve ends to meet
Choice be mine, please take a seat.
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