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There's a wolf standing guard at the back door.
He makes sure no one gets out.
Let's hope the screen and tin will protect you.
He swallows his bites whole.
There are doors and clothes to protect you.
You hear him growling through the walls.
Soon you will starve to death.
He can wait you out.
You could try to dash for the car
You know he can cut you off.
You could try to kill him face to face.
The Wolf's wild face.
Fear drives you to extremes of thought and life.
His fangs and claws and eyes are all so sharp.
Why has this wolf come to trap you?
We all must eat to live.
You take a chance and make a break for it.
He is a huge dark shape growing in your eye.
He grabs your flesh in vicelike jaws.
His teeth are white and ancient crescent moons.
The wolf at the back door has you by the throat.
You gaze in horror into his eyes.
His eyes promise everything you ever feared.
He is eating everything you ever knew.
Nearly everything went wrong this week. The workload and stress were terrible. On Friday all my hopes of having a decent weekend were dashed. I missed play rehersal inadvertently, then at work I got so fed up that I left early. On the way home I jumped in a pile of leaves by the road and lay there, buried, until my fingers grew numb from the cold. That might be why I was sick the rest of the weekend.
Now back to math
He makes sure no one gets out.
Let's hope the screen and tin will protect you.
He swallows his bites whole.
There are doors and clothes to protect you.
You hear him growling through the walls.
Soon you will starve to death.
He can wait you out.
You could try to dash for the car
You know he can cut you off.
You could try to kill him face to face.
The Wolf's wild face.
Fear drives you to extremes of thought and life.
His fangs and claws and eyes are all so sharp.
Why has this wolf come to trap you?
We all must eat to live.
You take a chance and make a break for it.
He is a huge dark shape growing in your eye.
He grabs your flesh in vicelike jaws.
His teeth are white and ancient crescent moons.
The wolf at the back door has you by the throat.
You gaze in horror into his eyes.
His eyes promise everything you ever feared.
He is eating everything you ever knew.
Nearly everything went wrong this week. The workload and stress were terrible. On Friday all my hopes of having a decent weekend were dashed. I missed play rehersal inadvertently, then at work I got so fed up that I left early. On the way home I jumped in a pile of leaves by the road and lay there, buried, until my fingers grew numb from the cold. That might be why I was sick the rest of the weekend.
Now back to math