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    3 ways

     They are the
    Blood-thirsty monsters
    Of our nightmares,
    That we flee from in fright.
    They are the makings of stories,
    Of movies and books
    That sends chills
    Down our spines,
    Or make us like
    Them for what
    They are shown as.
    They are the things
    Some long to be real
    While others are glad
    They are not.
    Almost everyone
    Sees them differently.
    The only thing that matters…
    Is how
    You
    See them

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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