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Jun 2015
Stealthy Predator
Waits to pounce when
I am eating grass
Small dagger chops into my heart

He left home
Should be on that yellow bus
That turns the corner
And makes me cry
When I'm off my guard.
Written by
Mary B  Kinvara
(Kinvara)   
431
   Rhiane
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