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It Feasts On Fear II

It Feasts On Fear IIby Michael DoyleII.From beyond the grave, Matty spokeAbout pickle jars and things that broke.It certainly sounded as if impossible,But maybe it was just improbable.It’s hard to believe that some things are true,But we’re bound to believe, … Continue reading

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It Feasts On Fear

It Feasts On Fearby Michael DoyleI.Watch for signs of corruption in the morning,In all the troubles that come without warning.American Sign Language signals the meaningOf all the challenges for us human beings.Small towns brush life with their mercy,Sipping whiskey from … Continue reading

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