Happy hill

A house stood on the hill

Tall,dark and gloomy

It was just across the road 

That road was called happy hill

It lead to a rich estate 

Of simple minded and happy people

Only by mistake,

If you missed the road

Will you spot the house on the hill

Inside was as dark

The flowers outside had whithered and died

No one knew the occupants

To comprehend someone living in such horror was uncanny

So many preferred not to know

But it was also not known,that the house-

Was the original happy hill

Before it crossed over to the other side


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