Hidden Poem by Autumn Jones

Hidden



Though at all times it may grin,
Even gracious lace unravels when
It's caught by some prickly thorns.
And Pretty flower petals
Still wilt onto the floors.
But monsters with curled horns
Will stay behind closed doors

Especially when they're stung by stinging nettles.

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