Sunlight
He slammed the wooden shutters closed,
And drew the blackout blind -
He hated sunlight coming in.
No sun of any kind!
The darkened room was perfect then:
So cool and right for rest.
Although he had a mansion house,
That bedroom was the best.
He put his PJs on and smiled -
His coffin looked so deep.
The vampire settled down inside
And soon was dead asleep.
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