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There once was an Old Lady that lived down the Lane

She didn't give a **** about what people would say

She would Cook and Bake and Feel full of joy

Until one Late Winter night.

Something didn't go quite right.

With a Clickity Clack

Her cats ran away

Neither did she know

She would never see day.

She forgot the Sweet cookies she left on the stove

And the warm Bread Loaf That would always grow.

Soon she Smelt burning and the house tumbled Down

Poor little Grandma could only Frown

And Now to this day her corpse shall stay

And chase away who ever would came.

Shed scare the caretakers

And Burn them to

And now they say if you go in her house On that cold winter night.

You might as well Pray with all your might.

You'll soon smell the fire That burned that Old Woman

And You'll just stand there. And Keep on cooking.
Well this is my first one. I know its not so good. It kinda just came to me and I had to get it off of my chest.
Basically its about an Old woman that was cooking And soon forgot she was making cookies.
She heard her cats run and relized her house was burning down. And she burned with it. and too this day She remains in that house Haunting who ever dared come in it.

THE END 8D
Ive had that day Again Dear Diary.
You know the one you have when you get all excited?
Your hopes build up and You start getting Hope.
The one where you feel like throwing on your Coat
And running outside in the cold Snow.
The day I might tell him
My true feelings now
And if It doesnt work out
I might as well drown
He is my world
Hes my Bestfriend
The one that I can Depend on
This is the day I tell him the truth.
The Day Ill tell Him With all my Might.
I love you Bestfriend. But lets take Flight
I love you Baby  .  But lets take height.

— The End —