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Post by mittens on Sept 27, 2009 11:01:10 GMT -5
A sorrowful sound fills the skies A small young wolf is about to die Others just sit and stare But I'm the only real one there I try my best to help it up But it seems it's legs are stuck I pull and pull with all my might But it only broke out into fright It whined and whimpered, cried and howled Until finally other wolves came out to prowl One raising it's head to let out a song The others decide to sing along As the young wolf starts to calm down The coldness of death creeps all around As soon as it let out a howl The others just sit and scowl They look at me with gleaming eyes Like I'm the one that's next to die They keep on staring until finally I find out I was already dead without a doubt
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