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Forest Child
Your hair is pale
Your eyes beguile
You must be a forest child
You know the woods
Like the back of your hand
Like a mermaid knows
Both sea and sand
The way the animals watch you
Their eyes do tell
They let nothing happen to you
And they guard you well
They do this deed for no other
I believe the forest to be your mother
-Richard E Hearron Jr.
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