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DEATH AT PLAY by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE

First Line: HE BLOWS THROUGH THE KEYHOLE TO WAVER MY CANDLE
Last Line: AND MAKE ME BELIEVE HE INTENDS TO COME IN.
Subject(s): AGING; DEATH; DEAD, THE;
HE blows through the keyhole to waver my candle,
And seems to be pricking my spine with a pin
As he stoops at the doorway to rattle the handle
And make me believe he intends to come in.



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