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| Lyricaen's Family |
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| Family be a cornerstone, From which life can surely be built. Allow me to sing to ye, Of my house... eh, slightly akilt! Palooka, a wonderful Wizard, He's my Papa, proud 'n strong! To adopt a son so wayward He's got patience all day long Starkly, a kindly empath, Gran'pa to the hilt! On hunt I always catch my death, But he saves me, without guilt! Kellorenah, a pretty rogue, My granny, Oh, So young! Her pickin's always so vogue, By traps, she's never stung! These are but just a few, Many more do come and go. We're really quite a motley crew, And now I'll ask ye so: In-law, out-law, or adopted? It really matters not which, Cause there's really no way ye opted To be in a crazy family like this! The Bard Lyricaen who's now grounded for a week. |
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