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Deathcoration

This situation is most *****, my lawn gnome has moved ever near. He started over by the mere and travelled now to my lawn’s clear. I got him as a souvenir, now he’s become a mutineer. Close enough now to see his sneer, and to notice he holds a spear. I want to flee but to my fear, around the house more gnomes appear. His intent is now rather clear, my fate seems to be quite severe. I will try to sell my life dear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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