Softenened focus, the points are blank.
The causal of death sunk deep in flank.
Hands this slow they move the best,
As the soft of green, lay the animal's rest.
Scrubbed the floors and washed their feet
Cleaned and cleared of no defeat.
The crackling sounds, the smell of roast
They cheered off hunger and drank a toast.
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23, Of March and Moon.
Lurking in the forest are bright eyes, two ears and a tail. The leader of the pack the proud and dominant alpha male.
The beast moves swiftly across moonlit snow,. Her head is poised, but her disguise will never show,. The prey is ignorant, she is spookily silent,.
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