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Are in disguise Working on our children's demise. In our houses and on our streets They give our children horrible treats. The wolves lie of course We're only parents what do we know? We talk until We're hoarse. Don't listen, look, or even try Or you could be the next one to die. The wolves are smart they know what to chit chat And to tat Webs that are children are walking in to at a fast pace. My tears I can't erase I will never see your face Or feel your embrace The only thing I could do was give you a resting place.

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Date: 8/12/2017 7:55:00 PM
So true and so sad Bette! This reaches the reader deeply.
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Bette Bavington
Date: 8/14/2017 8:57:00 AM
Thank you Heidi.