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They’re Magically Delicious


A lush, green landscape with leaves and trees abound After a spring time rain, water covers the ground In the distance I see 3 freestanding doors The task: Pick just one. With eyes closed, I open the one on the left All the while holding my breath. I take a step through and open my eyes And to my surprise, nothing has changed. But wait I hear an evil cackle And as I turn my head to the noise I see a group of what appears to be young boys But soon I realize what they truly are… They are crazy-eyed leprechauns with razor sharp teeth. I feel a schock wave of terror and grief Without hesitation I run and scream. Thankfully, it was all just a dream.
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