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The corner

A damp and dreary, dangerous dark, No moon to light the way. We've found a place to stay In the corner of the park. Homeless, my pup Pax and I, Shivering to the Core. Nervous, cold and sore. Just trying to get by. We hear them, we should go away. Coarse laughter, swaying flashlight, They want to start a fight. We should have stayed by the railway. Stop whimpering, O God don't bark! I think they're getting closer. Please, please regain composure. We've been cornered in the park. In the coroner's office no one cries. Or at the morgue, or on the slab. "Good heaven's, quite the stab!" In the corner where death lies. March 24 2017 For Anthony Slausen's "In The Corner" contest

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