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By Galadrial Date: 2001 May 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.16.00.16.28665]] |
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I slept easy like a child curled in your arms, and it was not that no dream tried to catch me up, it was not that the monster who grumbles and tosses and rustles under my bed finally gave up. It was you brushing the hair from my face, whispering soft things you who let that critter know that if he dared to haunt me he was gonna learn a life lesson about rattle snake mean from one Virginia Gentleman, Lately from Touscon. |