What does trouble look like when it's on its way?
Friends ever vigilant I call for you to stay.
When Trouble raps on your door,
And muddles up your floor,
Pulls up on anything and tumbles to the ground,
Through all this recall; when you come around,
Much to his charms you'll be tempted to succumb,
Never dismiss; something wicked this way comes.
Friday, August 05, 2005
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