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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One night as I was trying to fall asleep, getting all comfy underneath the cotton sheets, all's I could hear was the ticking of my clock, everyone asleep except for me in my pajama frock, Tossing and turning was the usual routine, like a dog going in circles till he runs out of energy, my pillow getting the usual pounding and fluffing, hearing a distant sound that was rather muffled, It was like a distant sound that was animated, like a soft rustling part of my blanket was getting invaded, hearing the sound of little marching feet getting closer, I could feel my heart pounding and my forehead getting moister, But then the marching was too close and I didn't have a choice, so I turned on the light to see what was making the noise, staring at horror at the three inch centipede on my blanket, it was a situation where I didn't want to end up being a banquet, So I bravely threw the centipede across my room, not sure where it landed and wishing I had a broom, searching high and low for its carcass, looking at every square inch in my carpet, To this day I don't know where the little bugger went, but the rest of that night I thought possibly the floor vent, which I closed up just in case he decided to come back, not sleeping a wink becoming a sentry in my sack. 2-22-17
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