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The Monster Under My Bed

When I was eight, or six, or ten,                    


(I really do not remember when)                    


I thought a monster, without a head,                


Lived in my room, under my bed. 


And when my mom would say goodnight


She always turned off my bedroom light


Which gave me such an awful fright


It is a wonder I ever slept through the night.

I was so scared, so full of dread                     

Of the monster living under my bed,


That horrible thing without a head,                  

Whose furry coat was scarlet-red.  

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