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A poem for Halloween. Adella Crowe

Adella Crowe was full of woe Her heart was dark and broody She never smiled or laughed or sang In fact she was rather moody Black is what she always wore Colors never pleased her Her pets were rats and bats and snakes The boys would often tease her She never cared what others thought She marched to her own weird drummer She played in cemeteries and junk yards And preferred Winter over Summer Adella Crowe was creepy and bleak Plus she was very scary But then again that's no surprise Since she wouldn't stay buried Teresa Lott 10/06/ 2018