Poem -

JUST WAITING FOR FREDDY

JUST WAITING FOR FREDDY

Because of you I'm stronger...

I'm wiser...

You think hurting others makes you better?

You think no one will know you 'cause there ain't no one speaking...

Watching you is like watching Nightmare on Elm Street...

Just waiting for Freddy...

You think you're all that and a Bag of Chips...

The Bag either goes empty or the Chips go stale...

Because of you...

It was all well worth it...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Dblankportrait...

They sure don't make 'em like they used to...

One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, Better lock your door
Five, six, grab a crucifix.
Seven, eight, Ya better stay awake.
Nine, ten, He's back again.

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Thank you for your kind comment and support my Dear friend!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Incredible and very creative.Β  Like seeing birdie feathers ruffled!Β  I bet the beak hurts when being pecked

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Depends on the Nuts...

☺

Thank you for your kind comment and support my friend!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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