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Monster Hangs

In a dark, dark room Is where the monsters come out to play Zombies & vampires, Won't Buffy have a lot to slay? In a dark, dark room Is the monster night club Alcoholic blood and brains, What a great hang! In a dark, dark room, You're here to stay

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Edward Ebbs

Date: 9/14/2014 10:27:00 PM

LOL, you brought back a memory...when I was a little boy, the monster's were in the closet. I was sure I could see eyes looking at me. I always tried to make sure the closet door was shut, if it wasn't I would work up enough nerve to leap at the light switch and then close the closet door. I like your poem, thank you :)

Caryn Gerometta
Date: 9/14/2014 10:28:00 PM

Haha, thanks! :)