If Memory Serves
(thank you dear poe for my childhood)
once upon a midnight dreary...
while i pondered weak and weary...
over many an ancient volume of forgotten lore...
suddenly there came a tapping...as of someone gently rapping...
someone gently laughing outside my chamber door...t's the wind i muttered...
laughing at my chamber door...only this and nothing more...scarey lordie lore
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2019
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