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Jul 2014
The night
Deep into the night I do walk.
Just to hear the animals talk.
The barking of dogs and crying of cats.
Into the night I walk.
Over hills and pass  a church
Hear the wind blow, the bell so softly.
As i walk deep in to the woods i hear a owl
Hoot to see if I can hear.
The night grows darker as i walk
But now no one to talk  
The animals become quite
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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