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Bookstore dragon


We brought pitchforks to kill the monster dead,

he eats children so it’s said.

In a cave dark and deep,

where slimy things and spiders creep.

He drags the kids down there,

into what we call his lair.

We ventured down,

but what we found,

was nothing more,

than a friendly bookstore.

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