Knock-Knock

Knock-Knock, stumbled the little one in

cold blooded and fingers all thin

Had he walked against the snow that blew

for the knock to reach where he knew

Eyes so mystique and the smile he had

in return came no warmth for the lad

Crank, the floor screwed as the man came close

feared the soul, the spirits had chose

Growling & humbling, the boy returned that day

Again, with the experience he never wished to say.

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