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Swampyville's - "The Banshee's Cry"

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The Banshee's Cry! (The Death of a Nation) By L. Don Oliver

Walking down a darkened street, Within the silence of my _; Searching for I know not what, That was so very hard to _;

Stumbling alone into the night, I felt something go rushing ; An apparition all dressed in gray, I heard the Banshee's _;

Screaming all about me, Darting here and to the _; Swirling around my very being, Relieved as I watched her ;

Her wailing was so haunting, But I did not take time to _; When I turned the final corner, She was waiting there for ;

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Father's Day Tribute! By L. Don Oliver

Many of children, go to bed; Nary a pillow, for their head; Making do, with what they've got; Fatherly affection, they have not; Mothers cry, alone each night; Hopes and dreams, far from sight; Two or three jobs, they daily go, What tomorrow brings, they never know; To the single mothers, I wish to say; Thank you all, on this Father's day;

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