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Headless Hession At Sleepy Hollow

Legend around these parts strike terror in some When I first heard it I swallowed my gum What was his name? I asked. No one knew He comes out at night in the fog of blue hue. He’s the ghost of a Hessian soldier all alone. Was beheaded in the Revolutionary war far from home. He rides in silence, striking people down with terror Sleepy Hollow Legend, no way in error. My Great aunt told me she had seen this headless hunk. She was so shocked she fell down with a thunk. He haunts the towns on this side of Bunker Hill. To this day, giving our youth a scare and a thrill. Written March 14th, 2020 Contest: Your Favorite Legend Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

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