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Little Big

Little Big

His feet ached and his heart was sore it seemed from a broken sprocket

He had fallen and gotten up,

Sadly,  lost his Locket

Through the dark and hovering trees

Did Little Big probe

Til he found himself  a castle

A Castle made of

Gold

Through weary eyes and cold dank hands

He wandered in

From far away lands

He focused his eyes and they fell on a hearth

Warm and crackling, heat and cooking

Suddenly a Kingly man said “Hello, I’m Garth”

Well Little Big didn’t know, thought he had perhaps

fallen into a dream, But what he was about to find out

Was that his father was Garth the King!

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