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Haunted

We hung a horse thief in Wichita Meanest man anyone ever saw He laughed just before we did the chore Said from his grave he'd moan ever more He said that he'd sit there on his stone And the town could watch him turn to bone And as they watched him turn slow to dust He would watch them pay as pay they must Well he was dead as the sun went down On his way out of our little town We drove all night in a hearse machine Buried his carcass in Abilene We hear that town has moaning at night A ghost can be seen before daylight They hear "You'll pay" in an eerie song But they just shrug and move on along 9-23-19 Contest: Haunted Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

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Date: 9/28/2019 12:25:00 PM
Larry, congratulations on your winning placement with your hauntingly eerie poem!
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Date: 9/24/2019 9:55:00 AM
Love it! Great write. Very imaginative and well executed:)
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