I Was Thinking About Those Scary Stories Books They Always Have in Elementary School Libraries Pt. IA Poem by heckostwo trees stand on a single hill the wind is bitter but they stand still and between them with a chill comes a wailing high and shrill © 2016 heckosAuthor's Note
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