The Taciturn and The Talkative IV: A Pendent
Life His Had No Clue
What He Was To Do
Mind His Was Just Like
A pendent, a crew
He Was Not Just Fine
Set Out With The Time
On A Journey To Find
Simple To Make His Life
Saw What He Didn't Knew
Was It All True?
Was He Reaching High?
Going To Them To Find?
He Did Reach To Them
They Were Not Contempt
Was This All Just Right?
To Leave Again Them Why?
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