Each night Father fills me with dread. When he sits on the edge of my bed, I'd not that he speaks in gibbers and squeaks. But for 17 years he's been dead.
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Scary Poems
PoetryThese Poems and Riddles will keep you up at night. (Warning do not read at night)
Father
Each night Father fills me with dread. When he sits on the edge of my bed, I'd not that he speaks in gibbers and squeaks. But for 17 years he's been dead.
