by Ethel Mortenson Davis
He’s not behind the door
or under your bed,
yet,
but in the school
and down the road.
He rapes,
kills,
and eats children.
Oh, yes, Virginia,
there is a boogieman.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
He’s not behind the door
or under your bed,
yet,
but in the school
and down the road.
He rapes,
kills,
and eats children.
Oh, yes, Virginia,
there is a boogieman.
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