BLACK CAULDRON

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ABSTRACT POEMS

THE BLACK CAULDRON
Please take my hand, come and see my land.
We can live in my home. Never be alone.
We can walk through the woods.
It will be see, so. so, good.
Through the meadows, we can go.
We can take a look at the brook, at the stream.
A sweet, sweet, dream.
There will be thrills in the hills.

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