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No one dare set foot in those woods there 
is evil far beyond our imagination and it's usually
up to no good. Some may call it pure fairy fable but it's
only because they haven't seen but in this town of Old Saline
the devils playground isn't just a dream.

Nightmares warn the people of this town and the screams from deep 
inside the woods are sure to bring a frown. Almost like all hollows eve
year around. One gentlemen actually saw the damaged soul that haunts
these woods while he was out taking a midnight stroll.

And so it goes a horned entity with razor dark eyes that seems to 
float along the great wooded pine but never does it leave it's eternal 
home damned to roam this earth for many days long.
some folks ask  why would you want to live among these woods
why not move. And so i tell them this town is glory this town is life
protected by god both day and night so you see it may be hoodoo as
far as the eye can see but that's the difference in this town and between
you and me.

This will always be Old Saline and the folks that dwell here will
always stay no way will we let this demon scare us away.

Cole Hodson
Copyright 2006

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