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The fog, It hangs low over the forest, Shrouding all in mystery and whiteness I keep expecting to see: A panther, stalking prey Slenderman, tentacles whipping Who knows what mysteries abound in these shrouded woods? All I know is that I am glad That I am on my bus, Safe And sound me.gs
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
7:06 am, 4/21/14
The fog, It hangs low over the forest, Shrouding all in mystery and whiteness I keep expecting to see: A panther, stalking prey Slenderman, tentacles whipping Who knows what mysteries abound in these shrouded woods? All I know is that I am glad That I am on my bus, Safe And sound me.gs
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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