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Iron Lad

The puppet's second awakening is a knight of crusading, evils boots I bet are quaking, especially when his sword starts shaking. Though made of wood he's hardly bored, he's killing all the little lords. Royalties high but he'll bring them low with one fell swoop and mighty blow. Arrows cut but they don't dry, fires good but you just try. He's got a shield it's good for blocking, you better be ready when he comes knocking. All in all he's quite the lad, made of wood and iron clad. And with his holy cross of might he'll slay all evil in his sight.
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Written by
jacob-daniel-ellinger
American
Published
Jun 16, 2014
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8·103
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#rhyming#iron#clad#puppet#wtfeven
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