Nursery Rhymes

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In my closet is a land called Alador
I was shocked when I first opened the door
Before my eyes stood fantastical beasts
And great kings and queens who held great feasts
Nobody else knows of this place
Its secret hides behind my face
No one else is allowed within
The magical land that lies therein

There once was a fisherman
That had not one son, but ten
He taught them how to boat
He taught them how to float
Everyday they grew in knowledge
While watching their father’s body increment mileage
One day the fisherman aged too old
And his ten sons got released from his hold
They all became fishermen who were on their own
And replaced the man from whence they were born





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