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The Shop of Dolls by
Jordan Moller The shadows, set to dance by flame of figurines
in lantern light The Shop Of Dolls becomes a Ball of eldritch things, when comes the night The soldier dolls
then march to quell the madness of the marionettes the harlequins who once stood still, caper about and pirouette The puppets hold their congress now, their jury high upon the wall Plush beasts upon the shelf below, gaze
up and wish that one would fall But as the lantern flame is spent, the oil that serves the spell, run dry These
revelers of the dance are sent, once more to sleep, till night is nigh.
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Whispers of Fantasys by Cathy Spangler
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