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THE TALE
COLD

He told the tale

 late through the breeze

 with the screaming nightingale

 through hells haze

 ringing the tiny bells

 ahead of his spells

 he sounds magical

for the wrath foretold

 all turned to cold

 to freeze in the breeze

 and not breathe.

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wew.

rythm4luiz@yahoo.co.uk
just when you think you are alive, then comes the tale.
think of it as reality not fiction.