My Grandpa always tells me the best stories. He was a fire fighter and the father of 6 kids so he always had something to tell me. My family is very close and we get together almost every holiday and on Halloween we sit around a campfire telling stories. Each year my grandpa would tell this story.
One dark night when the sun was bright
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they face each other
They drew their swords and shot each other
And the deaf police men heard the noise
And he got up and shot the two dead boys
It never made sense to me because everything was opposite. How can they be back to back and face each other? This is just one of the many stories my grandpa tells me.
That's cute that you have that memorized.
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