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George Lewis Avery

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we'd met as rivals out on the field
each, leaning on his crested shield
your horn sounded the battle cry
and i, with bloodlust in mine eye
replied with equal zest and zeal
both certain of his better skill

supporters rallied to our call
and few to see the mighty fall
commerce growed as mead halls filled
with thirsty watchers from the field
song was sung and ballad was writ
as axe was swung and shield was smit

blood was let and limbs were hewn
till neither one could rise alone
twas then we found the field was bare
page, nor courser, nor boon was there
the years had wearied them of the game
and none remained to attest our fame

there was only us two left of our gild
and we aided each other from the field
blinded and maimed and palsied bent
foes we'd met, but friends we'd went
do pardon, i must use the privy now
so um...oh brother, where art thou?

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