Hey, I'm quite sorry for this, but I want to know what people think of this poem I wrote. I know this type of thing is annoying, I'm so sorry! The day was bright, but it would bring a fright. I like the light, but not the night. He comes then. He comes late at night, that's when. He swung through the window, into the house. He wasn't loud, silent as a mouse. He looked at me softly, such a kind face. Little did I know, he would soon rob my place.

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