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As cold as Ike....

by @james-hodge

High on the cliffs above Lake Lachrimose Lived a dear old woman taunted by ghosts, Some of her present and some of her past Hoping that each episode would hurry by fast. She could not bring to terms of her dear old Ike Who died by the leeches, gnawing alike. He went in the water too soon after eating and soon became a memory that is any but fleeting. But now she meets Olaf, spoken in lie He promises pearls, but soon she'll die by the same way Ike did, eaten alive. (Based off of The Wide Window by Lemony Snicket)
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Feb 6, 2013
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