The table is set suddenly the doorbell bongs. Who could that be at this hour? It is not quite All Hallos Eve, and I am not really expected anybody as of yet. The doorbell bongs again. I guess I better answer it. Slowly walking to the door and look out the peephole. Seeing nothing thinking maybe an early trickster for the neighbors know that I like this season of frights. Opening the door and preparing myself I walk out onto the porch and look around. Seeing nothing out the ordinary I walk back into the house, a bit wary now.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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