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Jan 2012
Man
A breath of sweet and subtle stench
First warns me he is real
The monster dressed in sheep’s soft skin
Charm bells upon his heel
So sly and quick his words disguised
Thoughts dripping with dissent
Actions speak before the wolf
Can shed his meek garment
But just tonight the monster grew
A boldness unforeseen
And man’s true self
Has been revealed
The wolf, his teeth do glean
Written by
Elise Marie
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