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Sinister shadows seduce the mind
Rip out flesh reduced to slime
People lurk behind tall trees
Scare little boys with skinned up knees
Boogie monsters’ muffled sounds
Turn little boys’ heads all around
Scary stories around flaming logs
Night crawlers and creepy frogs
Smoke rises into the night
Stirs up creatures out of sight
Too scared to fall asleep
Young campers pray their souls to keep
Rituals reside with young and old
Many stories to be told
Youthful innocence comes to an end
As fathers and sons become friends
Remind us again of campfire tales
Not meant for the weak and frail
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
6/7/2005 |
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YIPE. No wonder I never liked camping...those stories would freak me out for DAYS! But ooooooooooh...I love this write! Chilling...a little creepy...but so much fun!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :) |
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
6/7/2005 |
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| girls enjoy campfire tales too, i remember them well |
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