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Apr 2013
A fun house, haunted house,
I won't live here anymore.

I was halfway to
your house and
turned
around because I hadn't locked my door;

It's too heavy to keep
swinging back and
forth. So please, make
sure you take all of
your belongings before
exiting the carousel.

A fun house, haunted house,
I won't live here anymore.
Amanda McElroy
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Amanda McElroy
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