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Whistling Past a Graveyard

whistling past a graveyard Devil may care, but I have no regard I walk among granite tombstones six feet below are boxes full of bones I find myself in a dark, dark room only to realize it's a witch's tomb gravedigger has bodies to retrieve on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve

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Richard Poor

Date: 9/18/2014 12:08:00 PM

starts good but what happens?

Warner Baxter
Date: 10/4/2014 5:00:00 AM

Thank you Richard. If you really want to find out what happens, you will need to set your fears aside, stay out past midnight (the witching hour) on Oct. 31st, tempt fate with witches, skeletons, ghosts and all the other "undead". But heed this warning, you could suffer the same fate in your hometown as in Salem, or Sleepy Hallow.

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 9/16/2014 8:47:00 AM

Loved it! Excellent in every way. xxxx D.

Warner Baxter
Date: 10/4/2014 5:06:00 AM

Thank you so much Dorian, Happy Halloween