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Sometimes I hide
Under my bed,
Eyes open wide,
And I remember what she said.
Sometimes at night,
Heart beating fast,
Waiting for the light,
I hide and think about the past.
Once, long ago,
Mom told me this:
She had a son,
And I was once a little sis.
Sometimes I lurk
Back of the shelves,
'Cause my brother Kirk --
My parents sold him to the elves!
Under my bed,
Eyes open wide,
And I remember what she said.
Sometimes at night,
Heart beating fast,
Waiting for the light,
I hide and think about the past.
Once, long ago,
Mom told me this:
She had a son,
And I was once a little sis.
Sometimes I lurk
Back of the shelves,
'Cause my brother Kirk --
My parents sold him to the elves!
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