“Book Descriptions: The Scarecrow doesn’t just walk at midnight. Don’t run little bird, he loves a good chase through the cornfield. Come a little closer and he just might steal your heart.
On the dark October Eve The field ‘twas filled with many screams Cries for help, rang o’re the corn And the wind went whispering through the leaves A smile crept across his lips Love at first sight Sealed with a bloody kiss” DRIVE
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