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In the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Dark

His eyes are harder than any tree bark

His frightful look would make a dog weep

He is the one who watches me sleep

I, curled up into a hot, tangled heap

I look for him, But I hear not one beep

I tell you, of his cologne, it reeks

He watches me every day, all week

Alas, I could not take it anymore

As Poe says, nevermore

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