A Poetry Journey
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Face in the window
Stares at me on a grey day
From an empty house
Sounds like the makings of a good haunted house story:)
I was staring out my window at this doorway and it looked like someone standing there. Then this Haiku popped into my head. It does sound like a good haunted house story.
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Sounds like the makings of a good haunted house story:)
I was staring out my window at this doorway and it looked like someone standing there. Then this Haiku popped into my head. It does sound like a good haunted house story.