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Ask Not, Who Wrote This...

Edgar Allen Poe, once wrote,

Of a ghostly presence in the room,

An unseen hand that gripped his own,

As he penned his tales of doom.


By morningís light, when the spell had past,

Shaking hands would hold the page,

As disbelieving eyes, unwound strange tales,

Of terror, blood and rage!


You know thatís sort of how I feel,

After a sleepless  autumn night.

There must of been,

Some ghostly boogie man,

Forcing me to write.


Like olí Edgar, I ponder as I read,

Unsure if Iím cursed or blessed,

 I donít really believe in ghosts...

But I think my computer is possessed!


Happy Halloween !


Mike Puhallo

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