Sculp Poems - Poems about Sculp

...Have you ever heard a crow caw in the dead of night Never the thought crossed my mind until such was my plight In the bright of the light I saw vast more than one Nary my delight when their number......

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...Upon entering the hotel she felt a shiver go down her spine the carpet seemed stained by something that looked like wine He cleared his throat then with two spindly fingers passed her an old rus......

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