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A poem

Sometimes, when I’m laying in bed, I try to think of a short poem to help fall asleep. Sometimes it gets weird. Here’s tonight’s first attempt:

There is a bug inside your wall

She is not small; she’s two feet tall

And when you’re sleeping in your bed

She’ll come out and crawl to your head

And eat your eyeballs one by one

And lay eggs in your brain for fun


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