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Jun 2024
I turn into a ******
At night and my family
Get a horrible fright
And the little children
Run with fright and the
Dogs are barking all night
And it's a terrible sight
And I'm a zombie or some
Other horrid creature
And on this scary dark cold night
You'll shake and shiver until
The morning sunlight.
Nighttime.
David P Carroll
Written by
David P Carroll  M/Ireland
(M/Ireland)   
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