DEAN FARNELL
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The Long Creepy PathA Poem by DEAN FARNELLI dreaded that path so dim was the lightIt was always so creepyespeciallyat night.The path seemed so long i'd hear every stepI used to walk fast til a.. |
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The Special GardenA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThis garden is specialA popular place,Plenty of peopleFilling up space.This garden is specialA Sea of just flowers,Some people stay hereFor hours and .. |
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A Murder Of CrowsA Poem by DEAN FARNELLWe wait here by the roadsideFor the corpses in the night.Badgers, Foxes, rodentsWho can't outrun the lights.Just heard a thud the blood is warmWe're o.. |
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A Night Time MessageA Poem by DEAN FARNELLIv'e scared you to death so many timesYour bodies reel in shock.Many a time iv'e made you jumpIv'e made your heartbeats stop.The day it blows my cover.. |
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The Witch In The ForestA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThefrighteningold witch in the forestRoams in and out of the trees.Legend is told you will vanishIf your the first person she see's.Many have walked i.. |
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OntologyA Poem by DEAN FARNELLOntologyThe study of beingIt's living, It's lifeIt's here, It's breathing.It's hard tobelieveThat life won't lastWe will all be shadowsOf the past.So .. |
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Doctor Jerry and Mrs HydeA Poem by DEAN FARNELLDoctor Jerry'sMade an error,His patients faceGrotesqueforever.He mucked it upWhen mixing potion,Her face won't changeDespite the lotion.She played her.. |
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Psycho NormanA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThere'svacanciesat the Bates MotelHe's waiting there for youWith a beedy eye on her nice new dressHer end is coming soon.The lady thinks that Normans .. |
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I Was Freaked By Mutant AntsA Poem by DEAN FARNELLWhen i saw "Them" i must have been nineI think about "Them" from time to time.That noise they made was a sound uniqueAmazing power, i couldbarelyspeak.. |
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Tell me I'm Not NormalA Poem by DEAN FARNELLIt's the normal that have hurt youNot those who were insane.Normal people steal and lieTime and time again.The normal have affairsWe all have met a ch.. |
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