SPOOK
the book filled with words,
never seen or never heard,
the creepy old cat,
imagination has no limits to small or too far,
during a widespread pandemic,
all one can do is their best and hope and pray,
and take like one step at a time each and everyday,
secrets meant o be part of the hidden past,
dredged up too deeply and doom spreading over the land,
home of the free land of the brave and place of the dead,
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