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Oct 2013
The trees scream at to him stop;
For they can sense the danger,
But still he moved on, undeterred,
That poor lost man, the Ranger.
Deeper, deeper, deeper still.
The woods grow ever stranger.
But still he wanders, undeterred,
That poor dead man, the Ranger
L Parsons
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L Parsons  Australia
(Australia)   
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