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In the places we fear to go

There’s a something, you should know

They lie in wait, placing their bait

Waiting to strike their blow


They don’t really have a name

With their looks, none could blame

They gnarl their teeth, spreading their reek

And make you play their game


The music will hit your soul

Inviting you on a dancing stroll

You’ll hear it come on quick

You’ll be throwing your kicks

Until something’s teeth are shown

and all hope has been blown






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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.

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