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Is It True?


FOUND-In dead of yonder night

               A feather as white as snow.

FOUND- A cricket,brown and very old

                Hanging on2 wooden,as wooden,

                Sturdy front door.

                 2 why it was there

                 I really don't Know.

FOUND- A scorpion

               Speedily scuttering

               Across sitting room floor.

               2 where? I don't know.

FOUND- Me levitating

               Above the floor

                This was the last straw.

                Perplexed,I let the advanced carry on ushering me through the doors!

 

©31/08/2021. Wired6.

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