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Nov 2013
Surrounded by oak wood
There he stood
Staring at me
With no eyes
As tall as a tree
He caught me by surprise
I hear a loud sound
Then I am thrown to the ground
With tentacle like arms

Actually you know what I will just stop there... I will let you just think about that last line
Jindomess
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Jindomess  Down the street
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