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Post by Beebs on Mar 17, 2007 2:54:44 GMT -6
better than most of them....
He walks down the stairs He sees the door to the cellar He sees it through the window On a windy day He smells the peaches They bloom from the trees The grapes on the grapevine The ears of corn hear everything The wind blows the curtains It rushes through the house I blows in the smell of fruit And animals on the farm He goes outside and opens the door The door to the cellar He sees a chair and stored food This is his only home So he goes in the cellar He locks the door He gets the rope And slowly waits for it all to end...
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