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Morning Dew Long Ago
That day, on the way to school, my brothers and I walked into some police fencing. I told them it was just a simple fence, but they insisted it was some sort of police fencing. So, I climbed the chain linked fence. Just beyond where I landed were streamers of what looked like toilet paper. They were wet and heavy from the morning dew.
“Someone finally wrapped ole man Johnson’s yard!” I called out. It did look like that to me.
My voice giggled and caught on the wind and landed in my brother, Evan’s, ear. “You come back here right now, Heather,” Evan yelled.
“You come back here right now, Heather. Do ya hear me tellin’ you?” Evan shouted again.
I did hear him but someone had taped my mouth shut and I couldn’t reply.
Ellespeth
Views From A Poet 
Oh dear! This does not bode well.
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A creepy tale. Is the old man Johnson’s ghost got hold of her voice for trespassing.
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Hahaha! Did they toilet paper his mouth shut? Great story, Ellespeth!
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