banana cream strawberry hunting knife

it creeps across the floor in pairs of four and darts about when you go out.  It hides under your bed and has been fed on ankle bones and cooked earlobes.  It strips you down to your nightgown and eats your toes and beats your nose.  It scares your kids and kiss your lips, it curls its eyes and ignores your cries.

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