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Where Have They Gone
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2009 Poetry
Unicorns galloping through the moist glen,
stopping to graze on the local fauna.
Hidden from the view of all local men,
as well as all those who have no honor.
It is told to catch an elusive one,
a virgin is needed to bate the trap.
Once it is done its undoing has begun,
clearing them forever slowly off the map.
Maybe that’s why they are no longer found,
or virgins just may no longer abound.
know what, had to read this several times to get the real meaning, virgins and the unicorns, hmmmm interesting.