Edward Gorey Quote

Each night Father fills me with dreadWhen he sits on the foot of my bed;I'd not mind that he speaksIn gibbers and squeaks,But for seventeen years he's been dead.

Edward Gorey

Each night Father fills me with dreadWhen he sits on the foot of my bed;I'd not mind that he speaksIn gibbers and squeaks,But for seventeen years he's been dead.

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