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The Mystery

This picture really doesn't have anything to do with the poem, but that's fine.
This picture really doesn’t have anything to do with the poem, but that’s fine.

In this thing on which we write

(I will not mention the old name)

It reaches out its claws and seems to bight,

With flying tail and flying mane.

Don’t give us no dimes,

Don’t give us no work;

Wastin’ our times,

In the shadows it does lurk.

Like a lion, like a snake;

Like a shovel, like a rake.

I simply say it’s bad,

It’s terrible and it’s sad.

Face it friends, see and look

The horror story written in this book.

Can any of you guess what this book is?

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I am a 12 year old girl seeking to glorify God in everything I do. "Therefore, whether you eat or drink , or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God." 1 Corinthians10:31

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