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Born of a man who smiles Never would he have a frown A friend to walk with for miles A king without a crown They said he had special needs But his heart would never fail He would only do good deeds Everybody knew of Timothy Dale Always he had something special to say He would stay with you, yes he would He would always brighten up your day Always trust in Timothy Dale you could Even those who began treating him bad They tried to make poor Timothy cry He would even help them if they were sad Timothy Dale, even for his enemies he would try Children loved to hear him tell his stories To tell them, well, he was the best Told of long ago heroes and their glories Told how they braved the trickiest quest A time came when Timothy Dale grew old And then poor Timothy Dale cried There were no more tales left to be told That was the day when a whole town cried Those who would say poor Timothy was not bright The entire town said he was the cleverest man Now Timothy Dale is up in Heaven's light He is telling Angels all the stories he can
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
520: Saga Of Timothy Dale
Born of a man who smiles Never would he have a frown A friend to walk with for miles A king without a crown They said he had special needs But his heart would never fail He would only do good deeds Everybody knew of Timothy Dale Always he had something special to say He would stay with you, yes he would He would always brighten up your day Always trust in Timothy Dale you could Even those who began treating him bad They tried to make poor Timothy cry He would even help them if they were sad Timothy Dale, even for his enemies he would try Children loved to hear him tell his stories To tell them, well, he was the best Told of long ago heroes and their glories Told how they braved the trickiest quest A time came when Timothy Dale grew old And then poor Timothy Dale cried There were no more tales left to be told That was the day when a whole town cried Those who would say poor Timothy was not bright The entire town said he was the cleverest man Now Timothy Dale is up in Heaven's light He is telling Angels all the stories he can
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
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Darkpoetsoul
M/Welsh
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
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