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black and white,
there is . . .
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By Sarah Trapani
Through
the sky
The
winds will blow,
And
the trees will know
And
a stranger walks among them.
The
grass will shutter
And
the bees will flutter
As
a signal goes through the air.
They
will look
For
shelter,
And
find none
While
the stranger
Hunts
them down for fun
Copyright©2001 Sandra Trapani