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House on Haunted Hill - PoemThe house, it shook up on the hill As guests arrived at perfect will Ready to enter his domain Filled with blood and guts and painHouse on Haunted Hill - Poem
No one thought of consequences Didn’t mind the locked up fences ‘They must just be there for show If they weren’t, we would know’
The guests, oblivious to the death That the doctor took with every breath Stepped into the heavy doors
And walked across the silver floors
Suddenly, the ceiling window fell Smashed – the start of this hell The host walked calmly down the stairs Everyon
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- Current Residence: Shrewsbury
- Interests: Movies, Music, Surfing, VolksWagen's, Video Games, Poi, Geoffrey Rush
- Favourite movie: Pirates of the Caribbean
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