He stands around the corner and lurks,
like a bristled bulldog, true,
to bite you angrily, he works,
terrible, sinister and cruel.
He has no teeth, no claws,
but once he gets into you,
he takes your life in a howl
from beyond a distant blue.
He stands around the corner and lurks,
like a bristled bulldog.
He waits both night and day, he blurs,
He is sent by God…
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Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Nick Victor
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