Sharlotte Newan Poet I do not know?

Mysterous Night

Mysterous  night
 and I don't have time
 to think about it all 
 This all the time.
 I am starting to remember
 I was scared and 
 Ready for bed.
 When a knock I heard at 
 My front door.
 I was alone with no one around.
 So I sat quietly
 And tried not to make a sound
 But then I heard a voice
 It was a man who could this be
 This late at night
 Oh God help me.
 He was on foot no car I seen.
 My heart was racing ever so fast
 As the man yelled out 
 Hey any body home
 I've run out of gas.
 I dare not make a peep
 As I sat still in my seat.
 Thank God I heard him leave
 What a mysterious night this turned out

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