The Shining

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By Ivy Jordan

As dawn arises The old west came to glow Out in a dilemma Out in a evil gloom Beneath the west’s past Was an old secret? Wheedle the millions Dread by people What is the secret? Lies in the quiet place Rumored to be haunted Peace never set on human race Human race never ceases Fled to escape misery On the first place The place has no eternity Now, the old west shining The rags to riches Come near and far In quest of the new place called The West. 2004 Jordan

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