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Thursday, 10 April 2014

My mist poem.


The mist comes in quiet like a snake,
coming in stealthy with it’s bait.
It moves around, threatening it’s food
waiting for it to make a move.
After the mist goes away the snake goes home with it’s
prey.

Posted by Anthony at 09:10
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