There's something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it's just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon.
There's
...
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over the eastern hills
seems to remind you of
the exuberant joy of life,
even though it's actually
about getting kids ready
for school so you can
get your ass to work.