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Apr 2015
As he rises from the ground,
As he tip-toes through the graveyard,
Into the streets,
He seeks the ones who have past,
Who?
He does not know,
But when he finds them,
He will take them dancing,
Dancing in the graveyard,
Then…
They will rest,
Rest until nighttime,
Where they will all rise and dance,
Again
After midnight.
Julie Hermine
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Julie Hermine  Arizona
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