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Pennies In The Attic
Pennies in the attic. Love, hate, fear, and copper. A
brighter day tomorrow with sunshine stew. Shadows
in the dark, anger, and depression that devour. In a
short story spoken or read, mum is the word.
Rhymes, verses, written in blood in the dead letter
box. Valentines, love, Cupid's lipstick, or a broken
heart. A penny for your thought. "Once upon a
midnight dreary..." But The mansion on the hill
shuttered and deserted.
Life with a dust cover to hide the age and tablecloths
to share a meal with a prayer of rainbows and magic
from a wishing well.
brighter day tomorrow with sunshine stew. Shadows
in the dark, anger, and depression that devour. In a
short story spoken or read, mum is the word.
Rhymes, verses, written in blood in the dead letter
box. Valentines, love, Cupid's lipstick, or a broken
heart. A penny for your thought. "Once upon a
midnight dreary..." But The mansion on the hill
shuttered and deserted.
Life with a dust cover to hide the age and tablecloths
to share a meal with a prayer of rainbows and magic
from a wishing well.
Published 4th Feb 2024
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