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[title] => Things
[time] => 2011-10-21 18:54:10
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[bodytext] => Things With fear, will come the nightmares, with nightmares will come the things Little imps in the darkness that screaming always brings I pull the covers over my head and close my eyes so tight Then slowly reach from under the sheets and turn on the table light I rub my eyes and dismiss them saying it was the creaking of the springs But then I hear their whispering and know it’s the plotting of the things With the light giving me courage I slide the covers from my head And wonder what they look like, those things beneath my bed They tug at my curiosity; they bait me when I’m weak They know I’ll toss and turn and finally say no harm in just one peek I tell myself, I’ll do it quickly I just want a glimpse of the things To ease my mind I’ll peep over the side to see what my nightmare brings Alas for now I live in darkness creepy crawling through the springs For just one peek I’ve made myself one of those creepy things Poem by Bobbyclay56 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 63 [informant] => bobbyclay56 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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