![]() Her NightmareA Poem by Matt SayerSavage, his fangs, Black, his suit, He lurched with a creak, For Your sins I can see, And his serpentine tongue, But mere words would not banish, Dear, dear, I think its time, It will not take much time, Not a tear will fall down, For a small light-grey mouse, And with a shriek like a blade, Struck midnight and rang, But now that she had, As she patted the lump, © 2013 Matt SayerFeatured Review
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StatsAuthor![]() Matt SayerMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutI readily and happily admit I am a technology addict; my shelves are as laden with flashy gadgets as they are with mountains of books. During the day I work in IT as an analyst programmer (essentially.. more..Writing
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