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Cassandra Lee Under the BedA monster lingers As I quiver under my covers Under the bed Long black hair creeps out When I turn off the lights Under the bed I hear rattles and whispers, And a figure is in the corner Under the bed There’s darkness and doom, And the low croaking of death Under the bed I dare not look, As the TV turns to static Under the bed The floor starts to creak While feet thump up the stairs Under the bed the monsters disperse As the sun comes rolling in Under the bed I finally check And I’m never heard from again |
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