Garden of Death Ghosts and goblins
come out at night,
they'll fill your soul
with such fright.
Over the garden of death
the fog does loom,
this is where you'll meet
up with your doom.
Children should beware
of this garden at night,
things will come out
and want a bite.
Stay away from this garden
if you know what's best for you,
ghosts and goblins will be out
smells of rotting corpses, will be a clue.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Oct.31/2007
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