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The Man With The Wooden Leg

There he stood, the man with one leg, The other looked like it was built in a shed. A pirate? Shark attack? Farm Accident? Or cannibals while missionizing the dark continent? Yet there he stood tall, proud and bold, His wooden leg polished, varnished and gold. Impressed by his demeanor

By The Sour Milk 04 Jul 2024
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