Rolled Into A White Sheet The Figure Headless Moved.
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Rolled into a white sheet the Figure headless moved.
Over the low walls, over soil and field.
As fast as the chill winds it goes.
Then of a sudden right into my eyes it looked.
Eyes to eyes, I and the Figure, unafraid.
Few seconds, we, the Figure then dissolved.
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