Halloween Paranoia
I thought I heard a sound
Late at night, I saw a clown
I looked again, to see my uncle Ben
He whispered to me...
'Don't be sad, my lovely niece.
Grab a blanket made of fleece.
Go to bed, close your eyes.
And when your sleeping I'll say 'Goodbye''
poem by AutumnRose Narvey
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