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Dream Catcher

He slept with the dream catcher
Nearby
Her father had made it
He had watched him
How he bent a willow
And formed its shape
Her father had told him
It would keep away
Evil spirits
And he believed him
He looked at it now
Beside his first born
And he smiled

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