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February 20, 2015

Emeralds placed

With a gentle touch.

In glass encased

Forever in my little hutch.

Terror struck me

As the dragon swooped down.

It was impossible to flee

Once enveloped in her smoky giown

The chaos began

But soon I was elated.

I hit the couch man

I was truly sedated

The dragon came a slammin'

Then came the famine

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