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I met a very mischievous soul recentlyWho planted an evil spell on me.
His charm came in me
I was under his spell and out came my happiness
This soul snatched it up
Put it in a jar
And ran away with it
He ran so fast I could barely keep up with him
I moved as fast as I could
But the spell of charm was to strong
I was unable to keep going
I sat on a stump where I presently stand
A waiting for the soul to return with my happiness
I sure hope he comes back soon
Poetry by ERYNN BLUE
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Written on 2009-05-08 at 03:24
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