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The Gluboo (audio)

Uncle J had always said
A Gluboo lived beneath my bed;
That if I didn’t curl up small
I’d wake up pinned against the wall.

“He’ll paste you there with Gluboo glue,
“And make you wish you were not you.
“Do you think I’m trying to scare you?
Don’t believe me then – I dare you.

“Nobody will hear your screams,
“From where you’re stuck inside your dreams,
“And when you wake up cold and frozen,
“You’ll remember – you were chosen.”

That night in bed I curled up tight,
While through my curtain, Moon shone bright.
She sang to me, beneath the sheet
How not to sleep with dangled feet . . .

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