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Dec 2014
All the dogs and cats have fur
And run to me fast

They are monsters in my face
With eyes of glass
Into the night.

All the dogs and cats were witches.

And the Doors open
And all things upon and among them
Become the spooks on the monster’s face.

They must go away.
Written by
Mick Cadenisou
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