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The Knight stank like millennium-old oil and tobacco, mainly because He was close to one thousand years old and His previous owner had been a fairly heavy smoker. That didn’t matter to Lisle, though. All that mattered to her was scaring off the damned creature that was trying to make a snack out of her people’s village. She knew nothing about the Knight, outside of the legends she’d been told, and what looking could extrapolate. He had been a mighty warrior, ages ago, before Fire had engulfed much of the planet. A great golem of grand scale, cov


Walt Whitman Went A-WalkingWalt Whitman went a-walking, On a clear and summ’ry day, Until he got a-thinking, “Perchance, is there a way To wound the souls of future men, To make them wail and moan, To hurt them with my poesy,Walt Whitman Went A-Walking
With mere words alone?”
Gentle reader, need I tell you What happened then that day? Walt Whitman went a-walking, Humming all the way, Thinking up a little song To unleash upon mankind One that would eschew convention, Meter Rhythm Rhyme.
He unleashed his devil In 1855, A bloody act of poetic War, No one’d nev
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