knock, knock, neighbors call
the party’s moved down yonder
the wine here is drunk
forest doors open
appears not a soul to find
footsteps spooked them gone
Doors into the Imagination
knock, knock, neighbors call
the party’s moved down yonder
the wine here is drunk
forest doors open
appears not a soul to find
footsteps spooked them gone
seasons: a poetic journey 
Some of those must be the homes of squirrels. They can also make for a good horror story.
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Oh yes!! Im not good at horror. Nightmare at Elm Street fixed any horror in me.
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But only the original.
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lol Yeah, that movie did the same to me.
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