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I got this from the scary stories book and i HAD to put it in here.

There was an old man who lived in leeds,
He filled his garden full of seeds,
And when the seeds began to grow,
It was like a garden filled with snow,
And when the snow began to melt,
It was like a ship without a belt,
And when the ship began to sail,
It was like a bird without a tail,
And when the bird began to fly
It was like an eagle in the sky,
And when the sky began to roar,
It was like a lion at my door, and when he door began to crack,
It was like a penknife in my back,
And when my back began to bleed,
I was dead, dead yes indeed!

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