The SPcrOOK -- by Alex Sharpe
Through the arches of gold, my human senses oh so cold. A great, great myth – so grand in width. Spying on you – you think it’s cruel. Your dog hops on your lap – mouthful of drool. A sound – the
sound of a shot – fired from a spot. You jump up – and break the old stool – its wooden legs – broken so cruel. You look outside, your dog aside. Taking a look – at the mysterious crook. You hear a
hammering – a tapping, the sound of someone napping. You look in the closet to find this crook. This major mysterious spook. Hangs a hook, out of the darkness – You jump, you scream, then wake up
from this dream.
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