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I often see a shadow
play peek-a-boo with me.
She only comes to me
when I'm home alone.
She has made it plain
for me to see,
she means no harm to me.
An angel perhaps?
or a child who has
lost her way?
She needs a friend
and knows I need one too.
And that would explain the reason
for the game of peek-a-boo. |
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by Kim VanVoltenburg |
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