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Jan 2015
Up in the attic, the ceilings and walls
I hear ghostly sounds and
someone calls my name.
Now,
I'm not a scaredy cat.
No,
nothing as daft as that but ghostly calls
from the ceilings and walls,
frighten me all the same.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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