#death
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by Michael Plante There’s a crow outside my chamber windowI swear its Katie McGeecoming back to haunt mefor leaving her the way I did. She must have died, or made a deal?for her soul is now within a crowfree to go wherever she wantsor haunt whomever she pleases.She taps the glassLet me in, I only…
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Prologue to Pleasant Memories Behind the building where I grew up was a small wooded area with a creek. Beside that wooded area was a field with a small apple orchard and walkway to a cul-de-sac. On the east side of the creek was a path I knew well. I walked that path, ran it,…
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by Michael Plante There’s a chill that creeps up your backwhen the full moon risesand the mist hovers over the hills of Carolina.In the old tin shed a candle is litand placed in the window to ward off the ill.“Never mind about this housemove on to where you need to be” And the spirits call…
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by Michael Plante A black sheep walked over the hillsreleased by the Gods of fate.The black sheep understood it’s existenceand grazed upon the landscape.The shepherd that walks the hillsidefelt a sense of easementas he watched the black sheep from a distance.“Destiny walks alone”, he thought. The black sheep roamed the hillsidenever disturbing the landscapegrazing the…
