Are humans Real?
Young 'uns do believe, at first,
When the old fae tell stories,
Tales of iron and a quick-moving world,
But there comes a time
For discarding childish things.
They see no humans
Nor any of their works,
Ld ones say the worlds
Are sundered, each from each,
But that's troll poop,
Say some; others say;
show me the proof.
There is none.
It would be nice if the thrilling tales
Were true, but young elves don't believe,
Old ones save their breath,
Volunteer for the Displaced Dragon Fund
Or Aid to Homeless Trolls.
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