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When the Spooks Come Out
My first attempt at a Skeltonic verse poem |
| The ghouls come out at night while causing such a fright. Vamps come out for a bite, and witches fly the starry skies. The zombies are covered with flies to give their victims the hives. Werewolves howl at the moon, running to the tune, so you won't leave so soon. |