The home-made voodoo art machine kept the former neighbor from renting out the empty house next door. It was only two bovine shoulder blades tied close together in a tree, but every now and then they clonked together in the wind and sounded strange. His wife didn’t like it all that much and once upon a time, he promised to take it down. Like so many other things, it never happened and he thought that best.
Golden Days of Yesteryear
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