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Feb 2017
There are monsters all around my dear
Let me make myself perfectly clear

They live on the land, they live on the sea
There's two for you, three for me

There's no escape, no place to hide
It's a slippery *****, you can feel the slide

If your not careful they'll get inside
That's when you'll wish you would of died

Β©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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