Mt. Diablo, 3 April 2016
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Among the yellow, the violet, the green
slithers a presence, a wolf dressed in sheep
As night falls and day dawns
he slips between my resting thoughts
On a mountain as tall as earth herself,
I traverse with he who has me fooled
whose wool blinds my sight
Listen carefully, for he howls,
Diablo, Diablo
Diablo
before sinking his teeth
and carrying away
the unsuspecting.
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