Damn Gnome
by Me
it was closed to him
so he had a tiny ladder
spun of horse hair
but it burned him badly
Never again could he see the demon eye
which fell real heavy from the sky
“how did he do it,” wondered dumb ‘ol Harry
“with a gilt-edged spoon of sanity,” she cried
as years and tears and fears spilled
from my glass I slipped
falling up, and then down, then up again
never take advice from a gnome who sells Height.
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