down to the core, no one was sure but the sun lit bright, while the moon was a night lightwith the wind circling high, the trees had not been shy, the old house would give a sigh,when the wolves crossing the stream heard all the birds tweet, the water screamedcarrying sweet flowers along it's side, moving quick without fightback at the old house, the doors squeaked while windows creakedthe drift of dust flew far and long, as metal bars were hung and strungmaking musical notes to remember by soulright now the world had stopped, the little boys would wait until the sun poppedto continue on the journey that the cold winter had stopped.-RKA
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