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On this breezy October morn, I walk
in the swift shadows of cloud-cursing rooks,
watching the world wake on the horizon.
All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
We meet them at the doorway, on the stair,
Along the passages they come and go,
Impalpable impressions on the air,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
Childhood is certainly the happiest time of your life.
Childhood is certainly the happiest time of your life.Everybody have good or bad stories about their childhood if you have any please share.Were you a good child or naughty one?