The Living Boogie Man
There are those who say;
"There is no such thing as a boogieman.
I say to those naysayer's
"Ivan smelt his breath".
I've felt his hands. Ive stared into the eyes of the boogieman".
He comes creeping in the night careful not to make a sound.
There is no need to cry or scream only the deaf linger around.
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