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The Hiding Place (#3)

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The Hiding Place (#3) The wind winds through this wicket wood whirling, swirling as if it could uproot this thicket and all that would lay quiet there, beneath the hood of whicketness. But all lay stout with grim intent and do not budge, but lay content waiting for the chance to strike, and maime the knight, that dare to come this night and claim his lady fair. I am now hidden within a cave that's buried deep as if, a grave among the willows,weeping. Tonight the moon will overflow from high above will shine its glow ore me, while I'm sleeping. If you ride along the road, and not veer, to the side you will find beyond the  trees the place in which I hide. Be strong, my knight take heed... as you continue with this fight, upon your trusty steed. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 05:55 AM PST   0 • 10

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