Sometime in late, late December, of this I do remember
Of the time I visited that haunted floor
That haunted room, which held it all
It was ther behind that door
O my gosh! So glad I read this with the light on! What a fantastic story poem. Such an imagination, you have. I dont ever want to go past that door...ha ha. So well done Sklar.; D
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