Ye Caterpillar
Dung of the Rocking-Horse
It’s the day that floats, the day that hangs in space for four years. As rare as the dung of the rocking-horse, it’s the day that time forgot. Oh rarest of days, when you come back I’ll be old. Did a lifetime leap the years? Old Kronos, can I hear you laughing as you whirl the wheels of Time?
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