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In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
Every night people of all ages come together.
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound.
Some are hell bound
To try to out do the other.
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
There are people listening to the tall tales with out
Making a sound.
As more people gather
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound
Before you know it more people are here sitting on the
Ground.
Once in a while you'll hear Really brother?
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
Supposedly sleeping under the first table is the blood-
Hound
That pulled a man out of quicksand before he was
Smothered.
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound.
Then I found
As I stepped in to the gazebo a sign that read Welcome
To Liars Corner they can out do any one on any subject
Matter!
In a corner of a trailer park they have a wooden gazebo
With wooden picnic tables all around
The elderly tell all kinds of stories that keep everyone
Spell bound.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017
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