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2d
Knock on the door
There she stood
Woman of my
Haunted dreams
I couldn’t hold back
I had to scream.
*******
In she fell
It wasn’t fun
Meeting the wife’s
Skeleton
She did say to me
You’ll never be free
I’ll haunt you
You ******* for
Killing me.
I smiled and
Didn’t know what to say,
Something tells me she’s
Here to stay
It can be hours of
Creative fun
Living with the
wife’s skeleton.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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