Bad Dream
Coming home from school one day,
I saw a man walking my way.
Strange and ugly this man was,
that is why I chose to run.
Coming up upon me fast,
I find him tapping on my back.
I turn around to finally see,
that it was only a bad dream.
By Heather D. Roe
I saw a man walking my way.
Strange and ugly this man was,
that is why I chose to run.
Coming up upon me fast,
I find him tapping on my back.
I turn around to finally see,
that it was only a bad dream.
By Heather D. Roe
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