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Feb 2015
The walls howl at night--
they shriek, they
moan aloud and wake me from sleep.
My House is haunted
(it’s been haunted for years)
with all the shadows I’ve projected
just to empty my tired mind. I
tip-toe quietly,
speak softly,
because my ghosts, too, are light sleepers.
Mel Harcum
Written by
Mel Harcum  Honesdale, PA
(Honesdale, PA)   
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   Joe Cottonwood
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