Fraser combed his arm hair against the grain
Unleashing waves of golden amber hair to crash back upon hardened muscle
Rays of sunlight danced upon the same golden coat covering his back
Really he figured he should shave some of it off
Yet there was the fun of the mystique of being part werewolf that he enjoyed
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Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
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Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
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Never Short On Words 
Cool poem! I didn’t expect the last line. Fun!!