Night Mare - Poem by Lian Cerniglia
Around, around, and around we go,
Being dragged in the undertow,
Through the ringer and spit back out,
Would you scream, shriek, and shout?
One times, two times, three times, four
What's the differance of once more
The only thing you didn't say
Was he was your night mare that day.
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