Poetry

February 26, 2009
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In the neighborhood
Late at night
We'll do the last house
Do not fright
We have the butterfly
It's so exhilarating
In the bushes
We are waiting
We creep and creep
Towards the house
We are quieter
Than a mouse
You step on a twig
I say be quiet
Because that sounded
Like a riot
We look at each other
We're ready to boom
Knock Knock
Zoom Zoom
The man pops out
You two are goons
I feel like
We shall be doomed
But now through the night
We loom





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