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Strange face

With a cool frosty wind 
He came calling 
Swiftly drifting inward 
With a  fruit 
Stretched as a reward 
For every word
Subtly tearing the branch 
From every trunk 
With a canny laugh
Tethering the head
Roping the man
Sounding the beginning 
With a bit
For every bait. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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