September 2009
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Monster Dinner
At nine past nine I’m off to bed, I kiss my wife, “Good Evening”. Now up the stairs I sneak away, Each step a risky creaking. I reach the landing, listen soft, The whole upstairs is sleeping. I crack the door to catch a glimpse, Of Emma gently breathing.
“Get down from there! What, are you mad!?” I shriek with fear and dread . My Emma sleeping? I think not. She’s standing on her bed! “But, Em,...
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…but you’re the one who still reads my...
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