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The Midnight Hours 🌚

The Midnight Hours 🌚

Within yon weary, wee midnight hours

Lurks moody, menacing, melancholy showers

Whilst one is locked up all alone in tall turrets and towers

Amongst those grey, gloomy, ghoulish flowers 

There is a high hawthorn hedge all around and about
 
So you are stuck in your horrible, haunted head without a doubt

And your screams are muffled when you try to shout

Totally trapped in a nightmare and you cannot get out

“HELP ME PLEASE!!!” you yell and bawl

As your skin begins to creep and crawl

When you see a silhouette rise up a wall

Oh but that midnight is not nice at all…

 

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem 
As always
good morning Jill!!!!!

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Jill Tait

Good morning my friend & Thank you 💕❤️💕

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Jill Tait

💕❤️💕

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Greg Etsell

Foggy Halloween what a good poem that would be

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Jill Tait

Ay scarey scene there đź‘»

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