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Jun 2010
In the middle of the night he knocks on your door
And asks what you fancy
He knows things that are bought can not bring happiness
So he'll give you a discount
But only because he knows his trinkets will bring  bitterness and greed
And that soon, you will ask for more
And when you do
He will give you what you wish
For a price of course
Again and Again
But your money will soon evaporate
So you will sign an IOU
Sadly, you miss the small print
The most important print of all
1 soul , it reads
But it is too late
The ground opens beneath you
And that's when you notice the horns
Peaking from the tips of his hair
Written by
Glynis Anne
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