norman hale Poems
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The sun is dropping down
That orange ball has begun to glow
It won't be very long now
It will be time for the show
The hounds are in the truck
Just waiting to use their noses
As soon as we set them free
There will be all kinds of noises
Now the hounds are on the hunt
Covering all of the woods lands
They have noses thousands more powerfull
Than that of any fellow man
One just struck a track
And now the race has begun
The hounds bark in harmony
Like a song that's never been sung
Now their voices start their changing
As they start...
Each day just when the sun goes down,
And there is no one else around,
Is when the vampires comes out to play;
But really, she is hunting prey.
She haunts the shadows of the night,
Searching for the type that's just right;
She has the thirst to drain your blood.
She'll give you fatal hickeys, bud!