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Trinsic
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Walking down and trodden path...
Full of smiles and grins...
Ale mug in a tilting paw...
We all see out friend Trins!
He goes to Inns and sings for drinks...
He thinks we're silly, but its him WE think!
Oh the Free Cantons were rueing the day...
That Trinsic came to the Inn to play...
Oh Trinsic..the RedFox...what do you know?
What Ale, what heart have you stolen now?
His minstrel tunes, they lighten a heart
But some from purses or love he'll part
A sly grin on that foxy face...
Where will he be, what will he place?
So listen, I say to you
Protect you gold, and daughters too!
For they say when Trins around...
Good Gods its him, unleash the hounds!
- -By Jalin Tor'ith
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Copyright 1997 Jalin, Inc. No part of this poem may be used or translated
into any form, language or media without express per- mission of the author,
who may be reached at Jalins_bar@hotmail.com for comments and suggestions.
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