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A Silly Goblin Poem

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The Goblins of

the night,

they give me

such a fright.


They leave about

this green slime.


I awaken, oh

it was just

a dream.

No need for

a scream.


I look at

the clock for

the time, but

it is covered

in green slime!


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M.C. Newberry

Tue 11th Oct 2011 16:16

Things that go bump (or slither?) in the night.
Who knows what happens when the lamp goes off?
Shades of M.R. James meets Enid Blyton!

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