Post by fantasy on Mar 17, 2006 17:58:34 GMT -5
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not all of these poems are by me. and other poems can be posted here as well.
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Dangers
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hunting in south woods,
moving silent in the trees
darkest creatures, with their hoods
Famous hunters cross the seas.
Sharp metal guns pointed right
The wild now is dead
and night will rain on top
Of the hunters now flead.
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not all of these poems are by me. and other poems can be posted here as well.
--
Dangers
---
hunting in south woods,
moving silent in the trees
darkest creatures, with their hoods
Famous hunters cross the seas.
Sharp metal guns pointed right
The wild now is dead
and night will rain on top
Of the hunters now flead.
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