urban legends
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Creeping out of the water he comes
Your heart is beating like a drum
He smells your fear from away
You tell him to go back to the bay
I sit on one side of the fenceHomelessThey are tearing it down, only to replace it with stronger materialI need to leaveI wish my husband could protect meThat drunk bastardI cross tonight.
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There's a half-burnt man
in the woods out back,
where the dog won't go
and the brush is black.
Past the old stone-stack
and the berries red
stands a musty shack—
so I've heard it said.
