Koby Moore Poems

Remember your first Fourth of July
And watching the fireworks light up the night blue sky
Or your first Halloween
And everything seemed so scary and mean
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Hatred, It has a reason, but shall never be said

Hatred, It makes you want certain people dead
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Nightmare, Is just a little midnight scare

Nightmare, It gives evil a chance to glare
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There was a man who had a little house on the prairie
There he had raised his family
As he was down the hill, something screamed
It came from his house, it seemed
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Now it's coming to the end of the school year
Where some people will shed a tear
Now hopefully some of these friends
Will stay together till it ends
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Just sitting here waiting
And not really concentrating
Then BOOM! something explodes by the door
And everyone just hits the floor
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