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From The Attic
From The Attic
A wooden chest, labelled ‘Uncle Jack’
Slowly I start to unpack:
Inside there sits some dusty books
Carefully placed so if someone looks
They will not see what’s underneath
A collection of human teeth
A fine, silken, black top hat
A jar half full of congealed fat
Some boiled sweets in a paper cone
Something that looks like a finger bone
Some...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 4:51 pm
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