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                                BY BOB TESTICLES

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Rain falls down,
Street  lights  reflect  on the paving
stones,
I see a figure in the distance,
He fades into obscurity.

A bright light shines,
And then it is blocked,
The trees are like people,
They stand in the darkness,
Where the shadows dance.


A shadowy figure appears,
Or is it just my imagination ?
Am I being followed ?
Am I being watched ?
The paranoia engulfs me,
It stays on my mind.

A light flashes behind me,
Rain reduced to drizzle,
People cross the road,
They act as if there is no one around,
But I am there,
Wherever I am, I am here,
I see the light.
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