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Have Fun with the Dark Side of Poetry
There's a hissing, there's a whistling,
there's a rustling in the air.
There's a sound of someone scratching on the glass.
Shut the windows, close the curtains
for a vampire is there,
and he's looking for a young and pretty lass.
Put some garlic round the doorway,
place a cross upon the wall.
You must sprinkle holy water round your bed.
For his claws are jagged razors,
and he's standing eight feet tall,
and the minute that he bites you, You're Undead.
I'm waiting for you. Don't be late !
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