My, Oh My.

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It tapped the door
Then knocked some more
Till I was right there with it

It clutched my hand
And emptied sand
Into my eyes and lungs

It frowned at my thrill
And gave a piercing shrill
To snap me back to reality

It saw my lonely
And unpredictable worry
And gave a cold grin

For It had won
And found it fun
And cralwed into my brain

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