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I asked them all to keep him safe
I asked them all to miss
and every being, stone and tree
made promises of this.

But I forgot the mistletoe
it was the only one
with jealousy and evil trick
he murdered my son.

Now I shall never laugh again
and never shall I rest
until I have my sweet revenge
with arrows in his chest.

[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Mistletoe was one of them.] 

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