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Fear the Night

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Fear the Night

 

Little Johnny sat upon his bed,

the room as black as the hair on his head.

He did not move, he did not speak;

under his bed, he dared not peek.

The darkness brought this every night,

the trembling and worry of Johnny's fright.

He'd call out for mom every time,

and she'd comfort and soothe him with a bedtime rhyme.

His nerves were calmed and soon dreaming he'd feel,

as mother was right; monsters weren't real.

As she left the room she kissed Johnny's head,

not knowing what creeped...under poor Johnny's bed.

 

 

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