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I will read you a story.
It might be all too gory
For you to understand
But I’ll give you a hand.
A blight falls on a town.
It’s sure to make you frown.
Residents disappear.
I want to make this clear.
This isn’t a regular place.
Don’t give me that dark face.
It’s a place of evil creatures
And many more creepy features.
Dark shadows stalk the night,
Giving tourists a fright.
Florida can be a scary place.
I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.
The Dead want to kill you.
You’ll be their dinner too.
THE DEAD GAME
