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Jan 2020
GETTING AWAY WITH IT

I give my self the
slip &

slipping into sleep
open the door of a dream

escape the dark
the monsters
jampacked under the bed

the dog's bark
fields away

the moon lighting up
my little room.

The monsters...furious!

"****!' they growl "****!"

Although they growled
something a lot cruder...ruder.

"He got away again!"
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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