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The Haunting

We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed, and lend an air of mystery to paint and plaster peeling, full exposed when daylight turns to dusk; but there's a faint uneasiness as new ones gather, pested to hear our ghostly whisperings and may have second thoughts, their courage tested; were we not bolder occupants than they?

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Anton Smith

Date: 9/12/2015 6:27:00 PM

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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 9/12/2015 9:59:00 PM

Thanks so much for your kind remarks... Keith

Ilene Bauer

Date: 7/2/2015 12:45:00 PM

an interesting topic, keith, which made me wonder about the "air of mystery" in an older hallway. as always, you've written this is a very cool poetic way...

Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 7/2/2015 2:04:00 PM

Thanks Ilene! This is an mostly an exercise in enjambment... it's one bunch of ghosts talking to another bunch, (the older ones upset by the younger ones' cheek at moving in on their turf!