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The Crazy Bus Saga

The quiet town of Sheridon,

Held a very curious myth,

A Crazy Bus that steals children,

Then empty's them off a cliff,

 

Younger children could see the bus,

But adults hadn't a clue,

The youngens told of what they saw,

But the oldens thought not true,

 

Many offspring dissapeared, 

For reasons unexplained, 

Thorough investigations to find the truth,

But the myth was quickly disclaimed,

 

Many family's fleeing the town,

In fear of hurt to their young, 

Detectives believed it must be a killer,

While the myth continued unsung,

 

The children continued to tell of their seeing,

So watchmen were sent to the cliff,

But still nothing came apparent to them,

So the theory returned to a myth

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Mar 6, 2010
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