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TROLL HUNTER

Just as the moon slips behind the mountains an
Eagle cry pierces the valley.
Sinister shadows creep across the land, hidden
Under the velvet blanket of night.
Sounds not quite heard, echo within
.......The souls of men.
Surely the omens bode for us .. a sign
A blessing, a thought to ponder
Very settling, very comforting
Even embracing,
Simple,
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Traders come for the $$ and stay for the RUSH

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