Dear Mr. Edd
My apatite is dead
The only thing I eat
Is old moldy bread
Theres a pain in my head
And my chest feels Like lead
All day long I lie in the bed
And talk to my dog,Old Mr Fred.
And Oh!Mr. Edd I'm afraid my friend Ted,
well I think he's quite dead,you see he lives in my shed,
And sometimes makes me things with red thread.
I'm starting to dread whats happened to Ted.
Did he say he'd come back....is that what he said?















Comments
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There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark.
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