Right Down To My Toenails
Fear is something we all know aboutIt can send shivers up our spines
From our heads down to our toenails
And beyond, especially if one is really
Into a good whodoneit
Or a really creepy monster flick
Then someone walks in behind you
Right at the crucial moment of tension
You turn your head slightly
To see the mysterious shadow
Or the hairs stand on the back of your neck
And whammo, you've just jumped out of your skin
It might be a good jdea to keep the lights on
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