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An ice heaven waits for us.
Ice statues in paradise.
A party in the dark night.
I refuse to run from fright.
Guests twirl around the dance floor.
I can take this anymore.
No melting until the sun shines bright.
For now, I must halt my morning flight.
We must uncover The Dead creatures.
Behind masks, I can see their features.
They’re cold as death in the morning.
For me, they will soon be mourning.
But I must help to free our town.
I think this as I twirl around.
THE DEAD GAME
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Love ya!
Jane
Ron