Heres the Walt Whitman remix of Wait 10.  And just so you don't feel 
giped, I'll send 7 right after this...

There are no recognizable characters in this to disclam so you should 
probably go with that ominous feeling of dread and press the delete key 
now.  I'm sending it cause I wrote it and it makes sence to me. (then 
again I've read 10[1])

Matthew Trotter, and you thought I wasn't gonna post 'em didn't you.
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[1] Well I wrote it.  I suppose that counts as reading...
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A Long Period of Waiting of Several Months
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	A collection of short stories
		     by
	       Matthew Trotter
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In Darkness
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In darkness they come crawling
>From the floor boards and the walls
In search of food for family
They search those shadowed halls

Under the door they scurry
And on into the room
Uncaring of the dangers
Unknowing of their doom

In darkness he is waiting
Watching as they come 
Searching drawers and cabinets
Not finding even a crumb

Then come olfactory odors
Creeping quickly into the mind
Down to the floor and across the boards
They are moving at double time

In Darkness he is grinning
As he watches as they die
In the charnel playground
Baited with a lie.