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A Poem About The Most Common Type Of Hunter That Is Rarely Recognized As Such. |
| I Think About You When I Wake Longing For Your Loving Touch These Feelings I Can Not Fake This Wanting Is Just Too Much The Day Creeps By Slowly Minute By Minute Without You The Hunt Oh So Lowly Trying To Find Even A Clue Yet There Is A Hint Of Light For I Know I Shall See You And That Will End My Plight |