Yorktown Disciple
Traveling Pest



I took a journey when I didn't have a
place to go, I wanted to travel
far away and relax for a
while,

I walked along a winding road up hill
without stopping, I trudged with
heavy heart every hard
mile.

When a day finely passed and nothing
new was seen, I noticed trailing
me was a sinister
pest,

I had planned a journey by myself, a
fight ensued, then he was dead,
I didn't need a traveling
guest.

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Quatrain of Traveling Pest - 11842 - Yorktown Disciple
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I

walked

along

a

winding

road
Quatrain Directive CXI