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Tuesday, August 16, 2011


It’s a skeleton dance
A ghostly, hollow house is their denizen
Paraffin candles light the room
Their regimen is a venison specimen 
Their leader, Xenophon of rage
Thousand years of age
Assuage for blood and skin
They go to the loony bin
And begin to sin
By eating their brains
Leaving no remains 

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