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- Seen Aug 6, 2012
Once upon a dreary road, a trainer wandered solemnly;
Against a battle loss he fought inside his mental home.
Both outside and inside him he felt so gruesomely.
Later soon he realized that he was not alone.
In front of him a Wynaut walked across the beaten path.
"Why must you annoy me so?" he asked with anger fraught.
The Wynaut smiled in the face of the angry trainer's wrath,
And, as all the others do, simply stated, "Wynaut?"
The trainer then became perplexed, confusion in his anger's place,
"Why do you confuse me now, making me distraught?"
Again the Wynaut grinned aloud, a frivolous young face,
Saying naught but the following: "Wynaut?"
The trainer appeared to understand, though confusion remained.
"Why can't you say anything else but that confounded thought?"
He asked as the battle's thoughts had waned.
The opposite party's ambassador replied, "Wynaut?"
"I suppose, but why can you smile in the face of rage?
You have left my hardened stomach in a nervous knot."
Both of them were clueless and on a different page,
As the response still remained to be, "Wynaut?"
Our hero nodded, finding solace in the other's smiling face.
He sat down beside it, no longer with anger fraught.
Saying, "Why did you choose to comfort me, even in my lack of grace?"
The Wynaut said his final word: "Because."
Against a battle loss he fought inside his mental home.
Both outside and inside him he felt so gruesomely.
Later soon he realized that he was not alone.
In front of him a Wynaut walked across the beaten path.
"Why must you annoy me so?" he asked with anger fraught.
The Wynaut smiled in the face of the angry trainer's wrath,
And, as all the others do, simply stated, "Wynaut?"
The trainer then became perplexed, confusion in his anger's place,
"Why do you confuse me now, making me distraught?"
Again the Wynaut grinned aloud, a frivolous young face,
Saying naught but the following: "Wynaut?"
The trainer appeared to understand, though confusion remained.
"Why can't you say anything else but that confounded thought?"
He asked as the battle's thoughts had waned.
The opposite party's ambassador replied, "Wynaut?"
"I suppose, but why can you smile in the face of rage?
You have left my hardened stomach in a nervous knot."
Both of them were clueless and on a different page,
As the response still remained to be, "Wynaut?"
Our hero nodded, finding solace in the other's smiling face.
He sat down beside it, no longer with anger fraught.
Saying, "Why did you choose to comfort me, even in my lack of grace?"
The Wynaut said his final word: "Because."
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