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Spicy Carrot Night

The night was chilly and full of fear
I walked along the road
Looking behind me I hurried along
Shivering from the cold

I smelled a smell I had once more
and instantly I knew
I was about to experience it
Something I didn’t want to go through

The spiciness was getting strong
And I began to run
His idea of my fear
Was his sick kind of fun

Then of course as it always seems
I fell upon my breast
Because it is too graphic
I cannot explain the rest

So next time your in Ridgeville
Walking in South Central Park
Always remember to watch your back
He’s hiding in the dark


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Melinda McGeichie is from Wakemen, Ohio.