Dean Koontz (Pennsylvania)
Evil is a faceless stranger,
living in a distant neighborhood.
Evil has a wholesome, hometown face,
with merry eyes and an open smile.
Evil walks among us, wearing a mask
which looks like all our faces.
Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013
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