There were to be terrors,
There were to be spooks,
But due to bad weather,
A snow-falling fluke,
Our haunting was hapless,
Yet, oddly rang true.
Like ghosts, we were witnessed,
By only a few
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
