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Oct 2014
The dried fall leaves swirling in a tornado
in the frigid october air

The Old oak tree branches whispering to one another
In a crickity Old time language

The Witches brewing brews
in their black at night cauldrens

The Wolves and monsters howling
In the light of the Harvest Moon

Oh How I cant wait
For Old Hollow Eve's Return
this poem popped into my head a few weeks back when I was helping my mother on her paper route, the trees were creaking in the wind and the leaves were blowing around in the street and this just popped into my head..
Fenix Flight
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Fenix Flight  25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest
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