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Midnight Manoeuvres
Midnight Manoeuvres
And as I gently sleep
A person is moving
They silently creep
With feather light footsteps
In through the door
The carpet muffling
Footsteps on the floor
They reach a standstill
By the side of the bed
A shadowy figure
That moment of dread
Open one eye slowly
To take a quick peek
Who c...
Thursday 7th May 2015 12:24 pm
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