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The Dare
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Cabinets, tables and chairs were old crust.
No mercy was shown on this abandoned place
No one dared to restore its bygone grace.
At least that's what I saw in the meagre light
Just a candle to explore through the night.
In parts, it was just a mere ugly wreck
To repair it, I needed a million cheques.
The war years seemed like only yesterday
Disgusted I felt like going away.
Who cared about this stupid worthless dare?
Oh Lord, was that a ghost that I saw there?
A model in old style on broken stairs,
In semi-darkness, I just stood scared there.
A light breeze spread quickly, light as a lark
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark
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Buhagiar Victor
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