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Fat midnight bats feast, gnawing gnats, and flit away serene while on the trails in distant dales the lonesome wolverine sate appetites on fogg..
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Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through,while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to youand heavens throb, p..
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A swallow swoops for flitting fliesWhile Johnny rubs exhausted eyes(As morning clasps the rising sun)Confirming Captain’s day’s begun:Slow..
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On Halloween the sky was scarred.The blood moon peered with pale regard(a gaze that pierced the pit of night)upon the spell of death and fright,along ..
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Once upon a midnight,
ghostly,
Partied many, dead ones
mostly.
Feasting in the
graveyard, sprightly,
White eyed werewolves gorged,
engros..
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The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse, Of heaping mounds of coffee ground..
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A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss (in front of spring a’ burstin’)while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves near freezin&rs..
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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.She fled the curse of..
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IsoldeYou give to me the morning sun that dances in your smilea flower wild among the stones upon a rocky islea lonely wood with hidden paths where we..
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Well, Railroad Bob’s done lost his job, he’s got no place for working,his wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head&rsq..
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