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Abra Macabre

When what I wrote is hard to read, the crowd goes, Whoa, not touching that. Perhaps someone should intercede to edit out the ghoulish splat. It’s not clear why my mind goes there; the childhood fever might be it. My mother often voiced despair, but I prefer macabre wit. Beneath calm seas, menacing kelp ensnares the otter fleeing Jaws. My wife’s convinced I should seek help to find the underlying cause. Though I in earnest sometimes try, the animals just seem to die.

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Date: 11/19/2024 3:05:00 PM
But it so much fun to be ghoulish. Thoroughly enjoyed this, Jeff. PS… brilliant title… magic, in fact
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Date: 11/16/2024 10:12:00 PM
Macabre, alright. You must be quite a terror on Halloween! lol. ~ O.L. Saynts-day
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