Anglo-Saxon Verse
(written in April 1996)
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The thrilling breeze,
cut through the night.
Random chills,
reverberate in my back.
I silently shudder,
closing my jacket.
Walking faster,
hurrying home.
Listening to,
footsteps slowing behind me.
My stoop,
is in my sights.
Reaching them,
fumbling for the keys.
Grabbing doorknob,
unlock it, flick the light.
Shut the door,
breathing only relief.
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