Rolly had a little pony
sitting on a tree
and on that tree there was a pony
called Free.
He rolled down the pole
an old barked tree he slide down as he hold
the branch of some expired mould
in this hole he sold some gold.
For nobody known what was foretold
but so he went bold
to fold a paper and made a troll
or whom he call Smould.
KBYE
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