THE CROOKED MAN
there was a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile. he found
a crooked sixpence, upon a crooked stile. he bought a crooked cat, who caught a
crooked mouse, and they all lived together, in a little crooked house...
but the crooked man was sad... ad once he had a thought. why
should he be crooked, when others; they were not? everything was worthless, he
heaved a great big sigh, and went and found a rope, and tied it to the sky.
upon a chair he stood, his eyes were blank and dead, without
another thought, he went and hung his head. now the story's not yet over, for
this tale is myth-ed and old, go hide under the cover... there's somethig not
yet told.
there once was crooked man, who had a crooked smile, and if
you lived his life, he'll send you through a trial. he lives for your torment,
makes it full of strife, and he won't be content...
UNTIL YOU TAKE YOUR LIFE.
enjoy~~ :3


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