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LS (6/21/1995 / Aberdeen)


^^He dances round the fire,
in the dead of night,
when he thinks theres noone watching,
when he thinks hes out of sight.

he does not know i see him,
he doesnt seem to care,
that i can see him dancing,
wild nettles in his hair.

i dont know what hes doing,
staying up the whole night long,
i can hear his mumbled chanting,
a kind of magic song.

perhaps hes slightly crazy,
perhaps hes raving mad,
but when his little fire burns out,
he seem a little sad.

maybe hes just lonely,
so he does this every night,
just to burn the lonliness,
thats killing him inside^^

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That is a nice thought. Very creative
beautiful imagery and stanza lay out, Lexi, Thank you for writing,