One lump or two?A Poem by RogueExperimental proseGentle whistle of a kettle on the stove Glass mugs gathered from a shelf Lace cloth draped over a table Silver shined to perfection "Welcome to my parlor." says the spider to the flies Mandibles twitching in delight "We shall have some tea." Sadly, I watch as they all enter. © 2013 RogueReviews
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Added on June 11, 2013Last Updated on June 30, 2013 AuthorRogueAboutWhat can I say? I enjoy writing. Although I dabble in several different genres, I eventually end up back in the realm of Horror. Both pointing out the every day disguised "Monsters" among us and cre.. more..Writing
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