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it's a poem
As I was looking past my bed I thougth I saw the walking dead !
then I went to check the time and I thought i saw frankinstine then I looked it was half past noon i thought I heard Wer-Wolfs howling at the moon, then i realized the time was wrong or my alarm cloack would have rung i realized it was dark at night boy did that give me a fright i hopped into bed heard a thump at my head i jumped from the thumb my head made a bump on he celing now what to do i thought monsters are true they are walking about i need to get out of this do
so i hopped out the window down to the roof then i hopped to he ground and behind me I heard a snarl a snork no it was a wine bottle cork i needed some help or i would be shelp as i walked dpwn with fright all through the night on hallow's eve