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Created on: February 15, 2010
Hello.
My name is Jefferson.
I am under your bed.
I’ve always been here. You can’t see me or feel me.
But I am under your bed.
People call me a monster, but I am not.
I am just a man, like your dad.
Every single night I crawl out from under your bed.
I go get Manwell who lives in your closet.
Manwell and I dance all night long.
We have karaoke and salsa, it’s fantastic.
Your dad or mom checks under your bed to see if I’m there.
I laugh and scream. No one can hear me, no one can feel me.
You could see me if you looked hard enough, but why try.
Even if you saw me you couldn’t get rid of me.
We’ll always be here no matter what.
You can’t do anything about us.
My name is Jefferson and I live under your bed.
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