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The Peasant Boy
A dusty little peasant boy,
Looked out at the sea.
With tattered clothes and a bloody nose,
That poor young boy was me.
With my legs over the edge,
I sat there on the cliff,
On my own and all alone,
I stared after a ship.
My parents had been taken,
To be sent across the waves,
To the King and the Queen,
To act as servants and as slaves.
I had tried to save them,
I stole the captains keys,
And acting bold went into the hold,
To set my parents free.
But I was caught red-handed,
With key inside the lock,
So they blackened my eye, bid me goodbye,
Then threw me out on the dock.
So now here I am,
As they sail away,
On my own and all alone,
On a cliff above the bay.
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Got the idea for this early one morning, but couldn't think of how to word it right until late that night. So I was in the bathroom writing this at 2:00 in the morning. My sister found out when I came back to our room and thought I was nuts!