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Wolverine Howl

The solemn night's silence was broken, As needles pierces with a shrieking sound bespoken. So the howl of the wolverine breakthrough the moonless night, Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat, what a sweet plight, Lo, it was only a frozen case of nightmare of nightmare awoken.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/18/2017 5:44:00 AM
Hi Joseph would have to question if a limerick..but love the poem..harry
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