YC113.10.24 // The Deep Shadows

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“In the deep shadows
There They sit,
Until the children come
To play and quip

Scritch, scratch
They mind their dearth

They sniff and snap
And lurk about
And wait for the children
To all come out

Scritch, scratch
They mind your hearth

The sun is setting
And the night is on
And all the children
Will soon be gone”

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