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Gloria Watts Poem
Hairy tales that make you gasp
at night when you’re alone,
lost in the mist and murky
light, far, so far from home.
Loud and harsh the scary sounds,
over the walls, blasts abound, to
wreck your ears and curl your toes;
elves and goblins spread their woes.
Escape you must, flee with fear,
never look back, Halloween is here.
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2018
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Gloria Watts Poem
Tragic
Not sure how it happened
Really no intent
I guess you had me crying
After everything was said
You really hurt me this time
Not much that I could do
The knife was in my hand
Sorry! No, I'm not sorry
I hurt you
Copyright © Gloria Watts | Year Posted 2018
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