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Jun 2014
The horror show.
Here I sit down with a box of popcorn.
Waiting to for the movie to start.
I set so relax that I almost pass out.
Then I hear a scream of fright.
I stare at the screen to see a ****** body hanging from a tree.
Then the another shriek I did hear. As I saw a funny thing.
A bike on the roof with a head on the seat.
The movie played on with such a fright I hid my head to the end. Of the horror show.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
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