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The Voice of the Night (dedicated to Mr. PIG) (Free verse) by Sylvia Bravo

When dusk came down The grey assassin howled And vomitted the wool Of his meal of: sheep. Like the predator, I too consumed sheep--milk. Then I danced around and sang "Mee Mee Mee Meeeeeeeee" And then my hair became his next vomit.

Mr Pig 18-Feb-03/4:22 AM
How charming my dear, thank you this is wonderful god bless you




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