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john smith

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The Shadow in the park, fades across the mallards green.
She gropes for light in the dark,
essential needs left unseen.
Whith the swift turn of her bill she denies help from strangers.
All her friends and family have been strangled,
by the tall and merciless ranger.
Trust is not her problem,
In fact its all the issue.
The mallard carries on her lonesome;
afraid of help.
to scared to miss you
 
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