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A severed hand drips scarlet blood as it waves its last goodbye It rises up, falling with a thud I’m just terrified, I cannot deny It starts to creep across the floor to where I’m rooted to the spot My Pa makes gory props, his job I abhor but spooky horror films I love a lot Something Spooky 8 to 16 lines Poetry Contest Checked with rhymezone Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 10/17/21
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