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Curmudgeons                       Hollow

Crunch, Snap, what could it be ?

In the misty forest, I cannot see


woosh, cackle, bubble, hiss

my instincts tell me somethings a miss


I should run, I should hide

But the roots appeared, my feet are tied


I pull and struggle to no avail

Just over the ridge is a haunting wail


Towering above it clears the fog

I am frozen still like a sitting dog


She found me here, I have no choice

As she draws me in with her spellbinding voice


I didn’t believe the tales told

A walking house, all shabby and old


Stay on the trail, look for the signs to follow

Or you will meet Curmudgeons Hollow

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