I locked the door, hearing its click,
Inside The Hovel I felt good;
Picked up the phone to call a chick,
But in the hall somebody stood.
I shook off the effect of fear,
And I called the girl like I should;
To calm my nerves I had a beer,
Still . . . in the hall somebody stood.
©March 12, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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