fairy tale poem

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"You should totally tell him" over the phone they say. While I sit in my tower alone, day after day. "He just wants to see the things that you post, It's no different than facebook and you use that most."
A boy of eight was I on that fateful day, When sweet sounds of music drew children near. Joy filled our souls as the piper did play. Across the wild lands we passed with no fear.  
The woods are where the bad things happen, they said Where the evil goes To celebrate its victories To dance with hungry wolves
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