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Sleepy Hollow

Sleepy Hollow

written by: Ivor Steven



We come from a land down-under
Where men eat green pumpkin and cucumber
Our bayside town is called Sleepy Hollow
Where the nights are too quiet for owls and swallows
Here, Halloween spirits live beyond the outer limits
And are only allowed to visit at sunsets dying minutes

During the full moon’s twilight zone
We drink goanna juice from orange cones
And consume barbecued prawns by the dozen
While watching the bon-fires glow above the blue horizon
We send our children to gather grubs and magic mushrooms
From the haunted paths between the old witch’s tombs
And when they return we all fly away on iridescent brooms

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