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my poem
heres a poem i did for school so it is a litttle toned down
The Valley
I told her not to go,
A pair of evil eyes showed,
She did not see them
It moved to a tree stem
I cried to her “stop”,
It was on the tree top,
Then she found a valley
It was like being in a New York alley,
It followed her,
She began to stir
She saw it in the moonlight,
It was a shire fright,
She ran for her life,
Its claws were like knifes,
She should have listened,
Now she is wishing,
That she hadn’t going into the valley,
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