The Knight
He ran
He rode
He rode the bicycle
That led him here to there
But one day
He rode down the cracked roads
Of the country
His sisters waved to him
From the door
He smiled
Yes, he smiled
Sisters, sisters, how valuable you are to me
He rode happily down the road
Suddenly the cracks overrode him
He falls
He feels a sickening taste
In his mouth
A hard object piercing his tongue
For it is his tooth
Turning he looks at his sisters
Sisters, sisters, sisters, look at me
And slowly the crying sisters rushed
To the brother's aid.
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