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Wednesday, October 26th 2005, by Marissa A Spencer Hollow’s Fright By Marissa A Spencer Don’t walk down the East Lawn Road Past the marble orchard that is so cold Where the hills dip and meander ‘round And night birds call their eerie sound Behind and an old oak lies an evil stone On Hollow’s Night you can hear it moan Buried there ‘neath that cold, cold ground From flesh rotted lips comes forth the sound When you see that creeping fog of green Pray for your soul that you aren’t seen For the devil’s coming to seek his own To strip the life from flesh and bone He will seek the innocent if they slip So run for your life and do not trip! His putrid stench is filling the air He is out free from his hidden lair All those that died while evil they cried Assist their master in his devilish ride They grab the unwary if you’re out at night It matters not if you scream and fight Unheard of horrors pass by your gaze Running franticly in a Dead Man’s Maze You thrash and fall, hard to the ground Then you wake up… …………………….Safe and sound © October 5,2003

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