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two men sat fishing by a village stream one short one tall... Short Man: I think he's wrong to chat to kids leave them alone there is no need Tall Man: What have you there your venal mind has lost the plot there is no deed Short Man: No man has kids who like him so it must be bad let's cast our vote Tall Man: No issue here we're always there he's not alone I'll have you note Short Man: They tell him stuff we never hear why don't they talk to us instead Tall Man: You're busy mate you shut them up and all you do is keep them fed Short Man: It's just not done the kids all flock they see a saint could be a threat Tall Man: The Lord himself had kids mill 'round for he was good no need to fret Short Man: It's true I s'pose that's different though a Son of God can do it right Tall Man: So all of us imperfect souls can only lose the moral fight? Short Man: Of course it's not as clear as that just can't abide if kids get hurt Tall Man: Well that's okay but blacken not a decent man by throwing dirt Short Man: I'll flog him to an inch of life if we would hear he's crossed the line Tall Man: You know I loathe all deviant ways be careful though for he's benign Short Man: I hear you man my thoughts run wild we mustn't see it black and white Tall Man: Imagine if he's told this sh-t to slander hear how would that bite Short Man: You have a point not all are bad some have more time than most townsfolk Tall Man: I've heard he steers them to the good he's simply not a usual bloke Short Man: You're right my friend you've pulled me up an honest man we should defend
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
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two men sat fishing by a village stream one short one tall... Short Man: I think he's wrong to chat to kids leave them alone there is no need Tall Man: What have you there your venal mind has lost the plot there is no deed Short Man: No man has kids who like him so it must be bad let's cast our vote Tall Man: No issue here we're always there he's not alone I'll have you note Short Man: They tell him stuff we never hear why don't they talk to us instead Tall Man: You're busy mate you shut them up and all you do is keep them fed Short Man: It's just not done the kids all flock they see a saint could be a threat Tall Man: The Lord himself had kids mill 'round for he was good no need to fret Short Man: It's true I s'pose that's different though a Son of God can do it right Tall Man: So all of us imperfect souls can only lose the moral fight? Short Man: Of course it's not as clear as that just can't abide if kids get hurt Tall Man: Well that's okay but blacken not a decent man by throwing dirt Short Man: I'll flog him to an inch of life if we would hear he's crossed the line Tall Man: You know I loathe all deviant ways be careful though for he's benign Short Man: I hear you man my thoughts run wild we mustn't see it black and white Tall Man: Imagine if he's told this sh-t to slander hear how would that bite Short Man: You have a point not all are bad some have more time than most townsfolk Tall Man: I've heard he steers them to the good he's simply not a usual bloke Short Man: You're right my friend you've pulled me up an honest man we should defend
you may enjoy seeing the pic I selected from Flickr for this: https://www.flickr.com/photos/samkennedy1/7795937594/in/faves-51029280@N05/
#man#good#bad#kids#defend#slander#benign
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eleanor-prince
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
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