Ben Sparaco Poems

I walked past a girl whose face was like a dream,
My friends around me looked up and then began to scream,
Children looked across the street looked at their parents and leaned,
For this girls face was the most terrifying that I have ever seen,
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A perfect house,
No torture or a blood thirsty spouse,
No holes or tears only a mouse,
And not a fear of being ripped by the hair only louse,
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