Posted by anonymous poet on 9/23/2008, 9:34 pm
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An evil laugh carrying through the breeze,
I feel my feet leave the ground,
a clone head calling me his dear with an evil grin,
going after me and making fun of me,
I start to believe the clone heads words that I won’t be rescued that I am not cared for,
I start to doubt bring him back and even getting involved,
Until I hear a whisper in the breeze,
a soft breath blowing in my ear,
a voice yelling out to me trying to find me,
a sandy blonde head peering into the room and his eyes lighting up as they find me,
he comes in and I know that everything is going to be alright
he lifts me up and helps me out of there he smiles,
I smile,
He leans in and tells me that all is going to be alright,
Not to worry my “dear” Lestrade,
At times like this I’m glad I got involved,
I’m glad I brought him back,
And I’m glad that I’ve given my heart to him.
My dear Sherlock Holmes
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