A Knife for Life
Lost on an island with no place to go,
I am thankful for my knife ever so.
Hunting, gutting, and surviving is easiest
When a blade makes work less tedious.
Knives are great for entertaining,
With whiddling, carving, and surrender refraining.
I will always treasure my knife,
Especially when it comes to saving my life.
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