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Story Time
The sun had set at its usual hour
bringing excitement for a new found desire
of a book of mischeif or maybe magical power
we ran to the couch with an eager thrill
and daddy read as we listened still
as we hung to every suprising and unexpected word with will
Witches and forests that were frozen
to adventerous journeys unchosen
each word that was read
had d...
Monday 13th October 2014 10:08 am
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