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The shadow was crying in the front yard
Ringing the bell forcing to come forward
Her eyes is trying to look Heavenward
But the lights were put out by the blizzard.
Yet the sun will smile, when he comes tomorrow
Hope, pierce this shadow with your sharpened arrow
Storm, calm down! Or leave and let her be
Be gentle with your chase, or you'll blow her away.
Breathe, Oh day, life into this specter's lungs
Hold out your hand, help this wraith to stand
Stay away, Oh night, do not come with your shroud
Or come with your full moon, keep watch of this phantom.
Liv Mealone
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Thursday, October 09, 2008 |
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Friday, October 10, 2008 |
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