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by Fred Chappell
"Susan, there you sit,
Scaring yourself to death!"
But she reads on, aloof
To the squabbles and the guff,
In the overexcited room
Through her book of doom,
Poe and de la Mare
Drawn close about her there.
"You'll dream bad dreams tonight—
Monsters and gruesome frights!"
She raises her head to see
Her glazed-eyed redfaced family
Shouting each to each
Barbaric speech
Then drops her gaze once more
To hear page of eldritch lore.
By Poe and de la Mare.
She knows who her friends are.
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