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Oct 2016
Be ready! I'm coming for you, he warned.
We shrank into the doorways,
watching, waiting for the clutch
of his dragon's claws, his rheumy eyes, eagle's beak.
It was just Old Joe, playing our game,
until they stopped him dead.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
532
   ---, Anna Jones and LiLMiSSHoTRoD
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