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Welcome comrads
ghost and ghouls
tis the bewitching hour
the time of our rule
let us be shadows
and eyes in the night
let us give the living
a hell of a fright
be not kind
to little boys and girls
step into their dreams
make them all screem
be not friends
to sissys and cowards
visit each one
hour after hour
and when you see someone alone
keep them company
but be not shown
a glimps of a shadow
a bump in the night
a chill in the wind
a mysterious light
make them believe that noise
is not a mouse
and give them the greif of living
in a haunted house
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2009
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