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In a corner
In a corner, all forlorn,
He crouches and he waits.
In a corner all forlorn,
He trembles and he waits.
In a corner all forlorn,
He hears the stairs creak.
In a corner all forlorn,
He sobs and he waits.
In a corner all forlorn,
He's made to play the game.
Every night it is the same, so,
In a corner all forlorn,
He crouches and he waits.
I just got a very strong gut feeling to write this for children everywhere May God enfold and protect them from all harm .
© Dave Timperley 2012
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