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Oct 2014
Last night,
In bed tucked up tight,
I heard a man whistling in the darkness

Teddy Bear's Picnic from down below
It was clear, soft and slow
I got up and whistled back

He wouldn't hear me from floor four
But then he continued the morbid tune
And it was even louder
Than before
This actually happened.
Serenity Elliot
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Serenity Elliot
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