Beast.
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Tom Allport
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In the cold depths of winter
With no food about
Better heed the warning
Best keep out
For the beast of Storeton
Would lie in wait
Young or old
You'll soon know your fate
As it hides in the snow
Ready to pounce
It'll drink your blood
To the very last ounce.
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