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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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supermlm

Iḿ M, I like reading, writing, cooking, acting, and helping others. Good luck to other poets out there, and never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard it seems.

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