Open Poetry #47 |
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what a child fears |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA ![]() |
what a child fears becomes his reality in the dark of night monsters take flight they hide in the closet causing such fright thoughts of the boogieman run through a child's head the slightest sound heard could be him lurking beneath the bed shadows turn into witches who cast evil spells or gangsters who grab him threatening him with hell sleepless he awaits daylight when all will be well all the creepy monsters gone along with the witches spells There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
You'd better believe it, Faith. My defense was pulling all the covers up over my head and trying not to breathe or they'd hear. ~ Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. ~ |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
Thanks for gracing my page with your presence...always a pleasure to see you and read your response ![]() There must be a poem in here somewhere. [This message has been edited by faithmairee (01-23-2011 12:57 PM).] |
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XGarapanX Senior Member
since 2008-06-19
Posts 1435Antarctica |
Brrr... ·´~`·»Garapan«·´~`· "Look! Crumbs on his jacketses... Heeee took it!" |
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