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Comments about Joseph Lacerenza
While walking home late one night
I listened to the leaves playing with the limbs to my fright
Leaves plucking at limbs as if they were strings
the rosined bow across a violin
to join in comes the hoot of an owl
the night is really set to howl
while walking I could not HELP but say
who are you after this night in his way
an Echo came back YOU! , , YOU!