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Whistling Past a Graveyard

whistling past a graveyard
Devil may care, but I have no regard

I walk among granite tombstones
six feet below are boxes full of bones

I find myself in a dark, dark room
only to realize it's a witch's tomb

gravedigger has bodies to retrieve
on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve

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Richard Poor

September 18, 2014 at 12:08 PM

starts good but what happens?

Warner Baxter

October 4, 2014 at 5:00 AM

Thank you Richard. If you really want to find out what happens, you will need to set your fears aside, stay out past midnight (the witching hour) on Oct. 31st, tempt fate with witches, skeletons, ghosts and all the other "undead". But heed this warning, you could suffer the same fate in your hometown as in Salem, or Sleepy Hallow.