My Daughter's Poetry Scares Me...
If she continues to turn in assignments like this I fear social services may come a knockin'. Maybe we should let her out of the room... ;-)... or at least give her a light.
The dark, dark room, with me in it,
I don't know what to do?
Screeches and noises are filling my ears
in that dark, dark room.
The tree is tapping the window,
and making a lot of noise!
I can't sleep, I want to weep
I don't know what to do?
In that dark, dark room.
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