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A boy aged young With a soul of many Walked down Dreadful Lane Bravery a plenty He walk with merry Where others became insane No doubt in his heart He saw a large house Walking down Dreadful Lane With large spider legs And no regard for life This had made others insane The boy just smiled Waved his hand in hello And continued down Dreadful Lane It was a busy street With creatures and teachers All who were completely insane Angry snakes slithered slowly Cockroaches of infinite holdings Scurrying down Dreadful Lane Eyes with no home the fires of souls The dead madly insane The bats covering the birds The grass perfectly parallel to the rain Flying down Dreadful Lane A carnivor seven And the body of nine Where making six insane The blood on the trees The teeth in the curb Riddled through Dreadful Lane Screws screaming from the pain Masks laughing from pleasure And the boy was still not insane Still with a smile He waved fairwell As he turned off Dreadful Lane But on the next street He was surprised to meet The girl who would make him insane.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
Dreadful Lane
A boy aged young With a soul of many Walked down Dreadful Lane Bravery a plenty He walk with merry Where others became insane No doubt in his heart He saw a large house Walking down Dreadful Lane With large spider legs And no regard for life This had made others insane The boy just smiled Waved his hand in hello And continued down Dreadful Lane It was a busy street With creatures and teachers All who were completely insane Angry snakes slithered slowly Cockroaches of infinite holdings Scurrying down Dreadful Lane Eyes with no home the fires of souls The dead madly insane The bats covering the birds The grass perfectly parallel to the rain Flying down Dreadful Lane A carnivor seven And the body of nine Where making six insane The blood on the trees The teeth in the curb Riddled through Dreadful Lane Screws screaming from the pain Masks laughing from pleasure And the boy was still not insane Still with a smile He waved fairwell As he turned off Dreadful Lane But on the next street He was surprised to meet The girl who would make him insane.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
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