| The Attic |
[Dec. 18th, 2006|07:17 pm] |
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Every household built Holds the Attic above And several tales were held there Full of Terror, Fright, and love.
The footsteps clamber upwards Upon the wooden stair But do not be suprised, my child If you see no one there.
--D. |
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