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The Dilemma
by Doris Ruth Mackey Behind my closet door Lives a large and hairy ogre. Daddy says it’s just my imagination, But I know he’s really there. When the closet door is open I see his glowing eyes. I pull my blanket up o’er my head, And hope he doesn’t see me. I’d run across the room and close that door If it wasn't for the monster That hides beneath my bed.
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