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Cookie Crumbs

March 24, 2008
By Anonymous

Along the path they roam,

In hopes of returning

They follow the cookie crumbs

The crumbs are fading as birds swoop down

To eat all of their pathway,

Their only way home.

A light in the distance

Shines through the darkening sky

A house made of gingerbread

Illuminates the ground

Hungry and tired the children saunter down

To feast on the ginger that scours their mouths


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