Author's Note:

An odd poem. I wrote it out of boredom. Enjoi!!

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In the darkness of the night

they took flight

running fast the field streaked red

shouting, "Jerry, Jerry's dead"

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They ran, and ran, they could not stop

for they'd be sure to drop

and so they ran the field streaked red

shouting, "Jerry, Jerry's dead"

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I knew them before they came

knew they brought unspeakable pain

And still they ran the field streaked red

shouting, "Jerry, Jerry's dead"

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I had to go, I thought, to go away

in order to live another day

They ran across the field red

shouting, "Jerry, Jerry's dead"

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Before I even heard or saw

they came upon my very door

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there was no place to run or hide

So once again I slipped inside

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alone in my mind

a cruel voice spoke to me in kind

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"you have failed

they know my childe"

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and then he cruelly smiled