Flying punches took the floor
Look ole yonder, a silver swing
A nuzlocke, a lame joke, a gesture
Two blind men met each other
An invite, a greeting with a push
A struggle to adapt, but alas
all done was for the better,
and the better an old wine is
till the unfermented grapes drown
For like two kittens, purrs of one accord
Claws marked with same scratches
The left paw and the right paw of them
Both serve their master, walking him, waking him
A messala and a Judah ben hur
Breaking down after those five years
But really messala was not knowing
That the saved ben hur forgave him.
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