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Just A Little Whisper

I love to put my night shoes on
For it's late when I walk,
I love my girls, I draw 'em in
For I can talk the talk.

Just a little whisper
They're putty in my hands,
Inside I laugh thinking,
They don't know what I've planned.

Oh but I trod lightly,
'Twas as if I'd worn my slippers
No-one heard my footsteps,
They just called me Jack, the Ripper.

Entry for
NIGHT SHOES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin.

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