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Lurking in the shadows, like a coward it hid. Waiting for the moment, to prey on the kid. The time was close, the light grew bright. And it stepped out, in plain view sight. Now tears of sorrow grace each face. They grow cold as they see the place, Where death overtook, in the blink of an eye. The wonderful man to young to die.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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