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Census Report

The echos run from the cellar
Pass through wood and brick
Mortar and strong Yorkshire stone

Touch the phantoms chatting in the lounge
The ghosts passing on the stairway
The spectres, ever astir, in the upper rooms

Over a century
Of living, breathing
Vibrant souls
Nest with me here
As shadows.

A distant but distinct trail
Of life and love
Passion and hate
Exciteme...

Sunday 7th February 2016 2:22 am

Question 17 on the census form “is left intentionally blank.”

Pull the other one: there was a question there once.

Do you surreptitiously pick your nose

when you think no one is looking?

Do you have trouble sleeping /

get up in the night at all hours,

worrying about things left undone,

or things you did, and shouldn’t have?

Are you happy in your job/ ...

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Wednesday 30th March 2011 10:04 am