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And the wolves will howl at our backdoor.
It's something that I've grown accustom to hearing.
A noise so haunting and sorrowful,
The only thing left to say being:
"Let them roar.....
Let them roar...
My children let them roar.
The days are short,
The nights are long
And if you listen long enough
They shall make your spirit soar......."
I love the wallpaper in the powder room at my parents house,
And composing random bits of poetry,
All while the smoke takes over my mind.....