Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones
by admin on Sep.25, 2013, under Syndicated from the Web
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How he would figure among them in the churchyard, between services on Sundays; gathering grapes for them from the wild vines that overran the surrounding trees; reciting for their amusement all the epitaphs on the tombstones; or sauntering, with a whole bevy of them, along the banks of the adjacent millpond; while the more bashful country bumpkins hung sheepishly back, envying his superior elegance and address.
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
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