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The Morning Fire, The Day Quest, The Night Falls...
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Fedja. The morning rose early,
As mornings often do,
Warmed of sleep said yearning,
I looked about my lair, so refuge.
And so the mocking glares of them that want tame,
A little me of the greater ME that some say with disdain.
"Dis is how it is, this is how'll you'll behave,
oh look forth to the elder and wisened and the profits they do same."
And how shall you be taken, a hung man or a fool?
For your mighty diety friends you call,
Do not look to you to ball,
As your labor to a labor and walk upon a pool.
The job reception looked a slaughterhouse so creeping,
After an hour and a half on watch, i left the homeless dear a' sleeping.
