My sword

April 5, 2016

Stranded on a desert, so desperate for food

I grab my sword and go on a fray.

With my sword a meaty pig i shall slay

I will eat and eat until my hunger goes away.

Because of my sword I have satisfied my hunger,

Because of my sword my stomach aches no longer.

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