Prompt: Little     While straddling along A lonely darkening road I am struck By a noise in the trees My eyes try to scan This lonesome scene When I see it, I freeze How could I have wandered to this awful place Without thinking of the danger herein Or think of the many Mysterious forms...

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Thomas Mullane
Thomas Mullane
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