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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Devil Dances In Clawed Feet (A lively little jig too) I dreamed of darkness in a room round there were in it boxes dark black. Opening each nothing in it was found except a worn and torn empty sack. After the heavy lids I then closed strange figure sat in the corner. And there it smiled big as it posed hat removed, it was a two horner! Now give the devil his credit and due for in his hand a snake appeared. Why on earth it laughed I had no clue I was shaken and much a'feared! As it crawled over to my shaking feet devil rose to dance a jolly jig. Music played to a dark, horrific beat and my wide eyes got saucer big. In fear, I stomped the snake into mush devil only laughed hard at me. With a wicked grin and whispered hush told me what the cost would be. Say I was shocked, hell I was floored his price was a dance with me. A fine, lively jig because he was bored only then did clawed feet I see! Music played another lively little beat my arm he grabbed and we danced. While my eyes never left his clawed feet in his delight, my how he pranced! Finished he took himself a mighty big bow into sacks in the boxes he leaped. Now my mind wondered what and the how was devil's torment next be reaped! The boxes vanished leaving sacks of gold there was gold coins in each sack. Now I believe every devil story I am told and pray - Like hell, my dancing partner comes back! R.J. Lindley Note- From my private journal. I was 18 when I wrote this one. I think I thought it quite funny. Sept 12th, 1972 Side note-- Money all gone now but those sacks now hold IOU'S AND A DANCE INVITATION.. lol
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