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Mar 31
When I was little, a voice in my head, said.
“there’s a monster underneath my bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave
A part of me was it's slave

I needed to be brave
Look him in the eye

It was time for a monster hunt
Not knowing the word confront

Monster underneath my bed
Are you inside my head?

Jump up, you can't get me
Claws grabbing that you cannot see

Eye’s closed
Stick my head under the bed
Open up after three
There was nothing there to see
Nick Moore
Written by
Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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