'bout bed beyond breakfasts
.
there'z
no like it
them quaint
victorian houses
with them
spooky halls that twist
back bedroomz
into the library
down
yikes
them basement steps
unto that
knock knock
are you
awake mr.
white flap'n
undone
robe
sunrise
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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