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[title] => The Dove and the Devil
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[bodytext] => The dove with her beautiful feathers white as winters snow. Sat high above the tree lines singing her song soft and slow. A treat for all who listened a fresh start to greet the day. Beauty in its purest form as she sang happy and gay. The devil sat on his fence. With the sly look on his face. He could not stand something so beautiful He wanted to have her call it quits. "I shall tempt her into my world, that is what the devil said. As he sat rubbing his horns and smoothing his suit of ugly red. The devil approached the dove, and with his charming smile. Told her if she would come along he would make it worth her while. The robins and sparrows saw it, the crow sat and shook his head, the butterflies and bee's were afraid cause they heard all the devil had said. The dove went off with the devil. Her world turned upside down. First she thought it all innocent she soon found her world in doom. Her beautiful feathers began to turn gray. Her song was not as pretty. All her friends began to miss her, she was now not the same. One day she looked at the heavens, as a few more of her feathers fell out. She began to cry, and proclaimed with a forced shout. What am I doing?? The dove poked the devil. The devil tried to resist. She was precise and consistent Mr devil this time was not going to win. The Dove sat high above the tree line her feathers doubled their size. The devil sat on the fence shrinking in his own demise. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 43 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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