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Attic Visitor In the attic of our old home at night We had a visitor who was out of sight All my younger siblings seven in all Would listen Harry Fox I would call Their eyes got big and they were quiet They wanted to know about Harry Fox The suspense ran wild in their minds Harry Fox was an imagination of mine After a story of Harry Fox I would tell To sleep their minds and bodies fell I think of my siblings and me at home The love we had before we were grown BY: Kings
© Copyright 2001 Kings (UN: piewhackett1 at Writing.Com).
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