Blind Date   Apparition, too grotesque--- Even banshee screams protest. Scythe comes swinging; broomstick flies. Cauldron simmers bulging eyes. Supernatural, indeed--- Tomb, the meeting place agreed. Werewolf is my bachelor? Somehow I am not so sure. What a revolting date! Silver bullets wait. By Peggy Paris © 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

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