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Mischief
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Humorous Shadows run wild
Down the street.
There's no thrill in the world
That can meet
The feeling I get,
The feeling inside
Of running through woods,
Trying to hide
As the white wind blows
I laugh as I run.
Only a few
Know what we've done
The mischief at two
The return home at three,
Who knew what joy you could get
Out of toilet paper and a tree.
