WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my buddy.
The stars keep me company.
"Who goes there?"
I hear in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist is moving.
It’s parting and I can see—
What is that?
Skeletons are popping up from graves.
And I can hear music.
They are dancing to the beat.
Dancing in a cemetery.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?
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