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Sep 2018
I do not care to glare at the sun
It's harsh hair is mocking in beauty
And it's wide ears take in non of my concerns
It sits for a bakers dozen and sleeps
While we worry the nights away
It does not fear a spiders Web
Or the buzzing of a electric house close by
It brings light our troubles
And then sleeps soundly on a cloud
While we ponder what dreadful fears it has brought
It's greets you with teeth
But it is only when you depart
Do you see its daggers
WhatIHopeToFeel
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