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Dec 2011
The fleeting fox red and coy
A creature of false unbridled joy
It's legs through dieing leafs do fleet
Behind its face is true deceit
In the light its gleaming ebony eyes
Are filled with truly sinister drives
Almost cheshire is it's smile
A haunting topping to all it's guile
My computer broke. It started sparking when i plugged it back in and can no longer hold a charge. I will be getting a new one for Christmas. To all my readers, the two of you that are fans who i am grateful for, happy holidays. I did not have time to proofread at all am because i am under 9 percent battery. so i apologize for any errors
Lain Ender
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Lain Ender
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