The Man in the Woods

I saw him go into the woods

His white skull lacking hair

His feet dragging on,

Almost in despair


I followed him,

Quick as I could

I hid,

As best as I would


And suddenly he stopped

He layed down in the dirt

And the man dragging him wandered off



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