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Locked Door


By
Peter the Poet � 2003


I check the big lock on my bedroom door
Is it fastened? Is it secure?
It is there to keep the night creatures away
To hold them off, to keep them at bay

The ghosties and ghoulies
That wander at night
They are so dreadful
They fill me with fright

Spine chilling terror just fills me with dread
As I hide �neath the blankets in my safe warm bed

Alone in the dark, curled up in a ball,
I listen for sounds but hear nothing at all

They fill me with horror, dread and despair
But mostly I�m frightened of the ones that aren�t there















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