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I never quite saw fairy-folk
A-dancing in the glade,
Where, just beyond the hollow oak,
Their broad green rings are laid :
But, while behind that oak I hid,
One day I very nearly did !
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Stories by Zia Hakkies
The Final Price For Thievery
There is a high price to pay for thievery in Zeke's world.
That Poetic Soul of Mine
A collection of random poems I've written.