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Free verse № 107440

Sleepy Hollow

Member since 2004 · Posted 5 Jul 2004 · 1 comment

Another sleepless night in the Hollow. Trees brushing one another. Echoing howls, screams of terror. A horse neighing, his master whiping. Who could it be, on this night? It is he, the headless one, he rides these nights away. If you find him, stay out of his way. Head to the bridge, cross over or the fine you will pay.

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[n/a] deleted user 5-Jul-04/4:29 PM Reply
I enjoyed the part about the master wiping his horse's ass.