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I Felt A Chill Go Down My Spines
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I Felt A Chill Go Down My Spines

I felt a chill go down my spine,
My hair stood on end,
I arched my back,
Wild with the hunt!

I pounced
and tackled,
sunk in my teeth,
ate,
and rested.

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