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   Under the Bed

I stand at the door of my bedroom
My heart pounding in my head
The lights -- all on
I bend down and take a look.

He might be there, under the bed
Waiting for a chance to reach up
And grab my body
And drag me under there.

I dare not place my foot
Upon the floor at all
He cannot have the chance
To hurt me anymore.

I climb up on the dresser
And over to the chair
And gently lay my body
In the middle of my bed.

My hands and feet immobile
Dare not put them near the edge
Don't tempt him with a little toe
Stay still or else he'll know.

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
The monsters away
So I can sleep.


 


      



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