Beast of Bodmin! Were you licking your paws when the women all screamed on the moors? Haunting some heard of cows with your panther intent? I want you locked in the barn. I want the ghost given up to me only. Be there when that barn door swings open. My love is a firing squad locked on you. Flash of the eyes of a ghost cat, left with only rugs and imported skulls.
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Thursday, December 13, 2012
Cryptozoology and Essays on Human Existence: Beast of Bodmin
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Metaphor Molly
| Thursday, December 13, 2012
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