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May 2017
sometimes i think the shades are Grey are moving
where all these weeping sound of wind are creeping
chills and spine when i'm all alone
might be  some staring
sometimes they are singing under a moonlight
i don't know maybe i'm imagining stuff night
when dogs are barking non stop all day
thats when they come
to take
or to claim
they are here to stay.
Ron Richards
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