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| WHEN I WAS YOUNG. The spider was made of wax, I hit him twice with my ax. He felt no pain I was sure 'Til red wax ran on the floor. ~ That wax turned into a Knight Looking ready for a fight, Quickly raising blade and shield, Giving me no chance to yield. ~ I ran quickly for the door 'Cause real pain I can't endure. He hit me with a mighty blow So I jumped out the window. What do you mean you don't believe it? |