This is the Story of Anthony Wayne.
your every day average young boy down the lane.
He lived in a two story red brick house
with his mother Maddy, who was his father Gus' spouse.
He was a smart little boy, with hight self esteem.
No wonder he became captain of the school baseball team.
He also was really kindhearted as well.
Not afraid to ever come out of shell
and be open with others, even a crowd.
That made most of his acquintances rather proud.
But sometimes, I'm afraid that being nice can't save you.
But money I'm afraid can certainly deprave you.
Deprave means make wicked for those who are dumb
or still little babies sucking their thumb
(Pronunciation key at bottom…)
Rain pattered across the ground, the expected storm moving across the city at its preordained pace. The storms always formed first over the grey stone palace, a golden glow permeated the surrounding air and heralded their arrival. As the summoned water washed over the land, it swept away the debris of everyday life and then headed out into the slums and farmlands, sinking into the ground and renewing the realm. The grey rainclouds had been arriving at the same time for years; a land regulated by its people.
The market was closed. The entire courtyard lay deserted, where any other day there was