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Sleepy Hollow (Free verse) by TwilightDawned 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.
Up the ladder:
Justifications
Down the ladder:
Four Skins
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Posted: July 5, 2004 2:23 PM PDT; Last modified: July 5, 2004 2:23 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7615943 Overall Rank: 11616 Comments:
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5-Jul-04/4:29 PM
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I enjoyed the part about the master wiping his horse's ass.
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