The Stories of my Weapons
My collection is not big Nor the items razor-sharp But they can do their job Cuttin’ up my carp But when that day a-comes When it’s only me against the world I’ll be ready with my blades Tempered and a-twirled And when they try to get me Be they sacarios or the fed I’ll be waiting by the bush And next thing you know, they … Continue reading The Stories of my Weapons
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