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Something's Creeping...
Something comes creeping
Through the dark night
I look from my window
But it's just out of sight!
Something comes knocking
Knocking at my door
I turn the handle... slowly
But, it's there no more!
Something comes crawling
Crawling so slow
Shall I turn to look?
I no longer know!
Something is breathing
Under my bed!
I dare not look
'case it ...
Friday 5th March 2021 7:54 pm
Me v The Moon
Nestled upon a pillow of cloud
The moon sat, big and fat
As I watched it from my garden
In a cul-de-sac
It didn't really do much
Just illuminate the sky
But, then I thought: that alone
Makes it a greater thing than I !
Tuesday 1st December 2020 1:31 pm
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