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Aug 2013
the ominous sound
of howling dogs
permeated
in the night air
the villagers knew
what the continual
howling meant
there would be a death
then two after that
the dogs
were never wrong
deaths in the village
always came in threes
howling through the night
a portent of demise
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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