The Worst Poem Ever

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So dark is the night
With things crawling around
Noises come and fight
With your mind with out a doubt
Footsteps are heard wherever you are
It does not matter if they are far.
Running with strength
Running with fear
They will catch up, so don't shed a tear.
The footsteps stop,
And you hear the police.
A gun goes pop,
And you hear a faint cough.
You turn around,
And look at the ground.
You look at the body,
And let out a cry.
Then you think,
"Why does this have to happen on a Halloween night?”





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