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February 26, 2013 - 2:26pm — triskadancer
I once did see a doe so fair
With slender legs and golden hair
And simple mask from under where
A gentle smile did shimmer
Her moves were light and quick and clean
A deer so swift had never been
But still, a hint of darkness seen-
Blank eyes that held no glimmer
She seemed at peace and quite at home
Though often very much alone
Ever wandering, she would roam
'Round maple, oak and spruce
The symbol gold that held her name
Seemed innocent, a simple claim
But if one were to look again
They'd see the hangman's noose...
