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TO BLESS OR CURSE THE ENTOURAGE
 
Beyond the mountains where I stand,
There lies a sacred, hallowed land.
Ancestral blessings there are found
Among the conifers around.
Unbeknownst to most who see,
Living spirits who roam free.

To bless or curse the entourage
In ghostly form.
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The Quickie Challenge
A poem of 40 words

By MissSharon

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