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Aug 20
In the dark of night the spirits roam,
They’ve been away,
Now they’ve come home ,
The candles flicker ,
And the moon is bright ,
Feathers drop from a height ,
Silhouette shapes are seen on the wall,
The spirits know just who to call!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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