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A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
   premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s 
Dunkirk
  ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk
 also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane
whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk
  visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go 
insane
torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk!

The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse 
and bain 
from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk
at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane
by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk
especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and 
seems to gain
upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk 
yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of 
disdain
and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who 
lacks for work!

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