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In The Still of Night or Fright

He came to her in the still of the night
she wondered and thought if she looked a fright

One look in his eyes no word was said
should I be afraid and run fast instead

She thought she has seen passion but saw right
behind him a hidden machete bright

With not a moment to spare she jumped through
the window faster than bullets outgrew

He came to her in the still of the night
that night so long ago she ran faster

than a speeding bullet, she made things right
He was caught next day, while he stalked Hector

A cop dressed like a woman quite bright, bright
He came to her in the still of the night.

04/01/2020

Copyright © Theresa M. Cash

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