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Pure Red
by Jane Noponen Perinacci → (All Poetry by Jane Noponen Perinacci)
Wednesday, October 26, 2016 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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Dreamy Halloween to you all!!

Lying in bed on Halloween Creak heard on hallway's floor Not handing candy out tonight Up early work at four A dream or real I do not know You stood there by my bed Your eyes shined into mine it seemed Two drops on neck pure red Jane Noponen Perinacci

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Reviewed by Deborah Shepard

Reviewed on October 27, 2016

nice the picture compliments it

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

10 26 2016

KOOL...

I Never Celebrate Halloween--Neighborhood I Grew Up In

Most People Were So Ugly (Deceitful/Ignorant) They

Didn't Need Mask All Year Around...

ETAL: Few Who Cared Enough I'll Go Hell Back To Save
(Help( Them There Children...

TRASK...

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

Personal experience here, Jane...? :) [GO TRIBE]

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

It has come and gone and never saw a ghost.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

It was a vampire, no doubt.
You should've left the garlic out.

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

It must be a dream; you wouldn't want it to be real. I call my (female) students vampires because they stay up all night and want to sleep all day, including in my class. John

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

EERIE and vampirish (my word), Jane. Well done! Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on October 26, 2016

This is one of your better poems on the subject of the ghouls and spooks and . . . er . . . vampires! Those two drops of red, yesss!

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