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No. 903
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I'm not him, but okay
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became a mage in Kent'er
In east Bumblefuck born and raised
On the wheat field was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out plowin' herdin' all cool
And all shooting game right out in the woods
When a couple of guys who were up to no hula
Started making trouble in my tula
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Kent'er'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my travel sack and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me trail mix o' nuts.
I trekked on and said, 'It sure takes guts'.
First travel, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a waterskin.
Is this what livin' on the trail is like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Kent'er
Well, the woods ended and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a mage standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get polymorphed yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
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