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Are you one of them?
I heard her say.
Who might one of them be?
He relpied, with the one good eye.
She said ; you know
The magic ones.
That come from the sky.
He found this girl quite bold.
To ask such an ominous question.
From where the white winter covered
Pine tree limbs that cry out in the cold.
He gave her that look as he cocked his head.
Well, if indeed I was, by now you'd be dead.
She replied, as she looked him in his one good eye.
So, I can trust you then, with my deep dark secrets of dread.
6/4/ 2015 Thursday 4:30am
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