Sunday, October 25, 2009

Halloween Comments

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This is the hour when the poet grieves,
Picking his way through the rain-sodden leaves,
Betrayed by a promise he no longer believes
As he throws in his lot with murderers and thieves.
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John Thorkild Ellison
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Christine Kerr 25 November 2009

This seems to have the same beat as M. Jacksons Thriller. An ecellent write. I could even here Vincent Price voice in it. A great debut to our scary Holloween Nights.

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Ruth Walters 20 November 2009

Spooky, heheh. I bet you enjoyed writing this one. Ruthie

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