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A Bad Story

Sit back and relax all,
For a tale is to be told
'Tis not a story of bravery
Nor a yarn spun of the faries' gold.

Listen ye all to the tale of a child
Long since lost in the sands of time.
He was no hero nor a shining knight,
Nor was he man of Godly might.

He lived his life with tad of shame
For he knew his life would forever be tough
Yet he smiled and walked the miles
For his heart was made of sturdy stuff.

He tried and tried for a chance in the sun
And he failed and failed for it was hard to be won
And yet he fought, heart and all and all in all.
For he was not to be walked lightly upon.

He was but a man like you and me.
He was the man we are but do not see.
He was a man fueled by dreams
And baked in the sea of reality.

Tough he lived a valiant life.
His tale was forgotten in the sands of time.
For he was no hero nor a shining knight,
Nor was he man of Godly might.

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