Shania K. Younce Poems

Animals run, run, and run.
When the hunt of Abattoir is on.
Trapped in the barn at Abattoir.
The animals do squeal.
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There was a clan.
Who had a grand house.
Twenty thousand fort nights it stood.
Through the clan became less known.
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Often there are decisions made.
Therefore, they are abgemacht upon.
There are decisions forgotten.
They may not be abgemacht upon.
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There was an ax man.
His name was Axxy.
He could chop branches day and night.
He did build many wonderous things.
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Free to fly.
Free to fly.

Oh, sweet find fly.
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For things do fall.
Men do come.
They collect wood.
For they are the race called abatage.
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Years had passed since the time traveller's tale had been told. As those years went by many people or guest past on. Leaving only two to remain, Filby, and the Doctor. In this age they are old and decrepited.

In this time many towns and cities had grown up and out. Leaving very few places familiar to them. Little to say they both live in the time traveler's house. Little did they know in a faraway time was the time traveler himself.
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Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
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