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The moons out The stars are about The alley's dark and silent A furry face, Staring me in the eye It creeps towards me Deep and slowly, It runs off frightened As fast as lighting, I wonder what scared it I look behind me slowly And…
This isn't me writing. But who is ever themselves? My brain was left in Hawaii. With my collection of shells. My spelling I left in the desert. But my autocorrect is still here. (Phew!) My grammar I miiight have dropped in a drain. And…