the branded bore a thought of yore and boredom held the reins I could have sung or played a prank only that would´ve been insane the thought was wise yet so much strife it brought to the light of day afraid to crave in their vast dismay to ash the flock gave way the hangman laughed the jester sobbed the poet drank some wine winter came then spring again and everything was fine Semper fidelis Zerum Unus Báseň 6 0 0 0 0 Komentuj