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Black
So many things are black.
The night
And we're all afraid.
A dog
Who bays at the moon.
A rock
In the hand of a boy.
Shoes
That squeek when you walk.
A spider
Spinning his web.
A belt
That now is too big.
A crow
Heard cawing nearby.
Hair
All kinky and curled.
A charred forest
From a careless hunter.
A herse
With a friend inside.
SimplySallyŠ2003
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