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Closet Monsters
AR (3/18/1979 / San Jose', California)

Closet Monsters

Poem By Angelique' Rockwell

Goodnight sweetheart
While it's night not day
This is when the monsters
Start to come out and play

Tell them to go away
In your sweet little voice
And they'll wake mommy or grama
If they make any noise

Know they are listening
My sweet little one
And as long as they're worried
They won't try to have any fun

Tell them you're not scared
That you can go right to sleep
The monsters will think this is true
And then the monsters will not creep.


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Angelique I enjoyed every line, keep it up