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Nov 2013
The shadow monster is following me
I hear it scream up there in that oak tree
it wants my guts for garters
and that is just for starters

It wants to skin me silly
I think it even wants my *****
to hang up high
in that massive oak tree

This is not cool, not cool at all
I better stop writing like a drunken fool
it will wait till my back is turned
then that's when it will rip me to bits

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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   Emily Tyler
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