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Monday, January 16, 2006


A Lone Wolf
The gentle wind
ruffled the stray
wolf's fur.
His eyes shifting
side to side
at the dieing
world around him.
Paw prints left by
the wolf,
now disappeared
beneath new
falling snow.
The sky was dark,
and the sun was falling,
as the wolf kept running.
The wolf began to fade,
for he was one of the many,
who had died in the blazing
fire.

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