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    The House On Cobweb Lane





    There is a house at the end of the drive
    And it's been said, that it is alive
    And it stares at me when I walk by
    The house on Cobweb Lane


    The shudders clang, the gutters leak
    The floors of wood, eerily creak
    Inside--- it is damp and bleak
    The house on Cobweb Lane


    No one knows who lives inside
    And you dare not play, seek or hide
    For there are ghosts, that reside
    In the house on Cobweb Lane


    The gates of iron remain unhinged
    Just walking past, can make one
    cringe
    And you dare not ----step a foot in
    The house on Cobweb Lane


    For no one comes out, that goes in
    And they have never been seen again
    They become part of the walls, within
    The house on Cobweb Lane


    So my friend, do not refrain
    Pass on by---and do not wane
    Do not enter, I tell you again
    This house on Cobweb Lane.






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