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Naive


A cunning, thin man

leads a pack of wolves

to steal the little darlings of Ashley, Kansas.

A magician of sorts

who pins up tents and forts;

piked up deep in the forest for youth's entertainment...

only...

Naive little darlings of Ashley, Kansas.

Poor little souls who knew no better.

A slipping, foul tongue behind his lips.

Tranced to walk, wonder, follow

the cunning, thin man.

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