Knock Knock Knock
In my friends old farm house out of town
Messing around with a Ouija board, a frown
A spirit claimed it was ten years old
And was killed on the property, sold
He came to say his last goodbye,
Knock was spelt on the board, a sigh
Three raps on the window pane
A hand running down my mane.
29.10.2020.
Spooky Rhyme.
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