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Something here—fould, putrid, dead—sure stinks.
Something scary is gonna jump in front of me.
Something will make my hairs stand on end.
Something will shriek with a sound that makes me breathless—speechless.
Something surely will offend every taste bud of my soul!
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Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (5)
Yayyyyy Halloween hehehehe. Loved your poem!
Sounds like you're watching a political debate........
Ah yes, we are entering into that time of the year! Loved this little thing. That opening line hooked me right in, Gerard!
And depending how scary it gets, might be the narrator that smells putrid.
'Tis the season to be scared witless.