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| "The Insane One (aka the 31st Traveler)" The first one that I met, a widow was Apothecary is the work she does. A dark red scarf she wore upon her head It seemed as though it had been stained with blood. A white apron she wore over her dress Her hair resembled that of a bird’s nest. When she talked, mumbling is all she did; No one could understand her, God forbid. Though poor and in a smaller cottage living, This never stopped the nature of her giving To those who could not medicine afford To health and healing she would help them toward. The greedy doctor with this was displeased He thought the poor ones little more than fleas. And so he sought to rid him of this plight To her cottage he crept in the night And tipped a vial deadly in her tea He thought that this was but a little fee For ridding this grand kingdom of a pest. And doing so, he then went home to rest. The morning broke, and all throughout the town A pall of silence seemed to settle down. No more was the apothecary seen. Could this good apothecary have been Only a dream, an illusion or a ghost? No one dared ask he who knew the most. A strange old crone was seen to walk the land, And set up shop where once had stood her stand To sell her cures for ailments, and oils But all those who were in need recoiled. Why trust this wizened crone they often said. Instead they would have preferred to be dead. And so she left the market, full of stalls, Instead to keep a hovel near the walls. And perhaps live the rest of life in pain And constantly be called the world insane. |
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I've seen The Exorcist 167 times, and it just keeps getting funnier every time I see it! Not to mention you're talkin' to a dead guy!
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"Conscience is the amount of inner knowledge that we posess." -- Victor Hugo
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I've seen The Exorcist 167 times, and it just keeps getting funnier every time I see it! Not to mention you're talkin' to a dead guy!
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