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"Old house Once upon a time A home To hopeful would-be pioneers Now Empty Abandoned Grey Weather-bleached boards Sagging roof Is it voices from long ago I hear From your dark within? Or is ..."

"Moon SmileThe moon is bright this night.It seems to smile sardonically At meAnd tufts of brittle grass in frozen fields of snow.And in the woods nearby,Its cold shine greets the bony branchesOf skelet..."