Doubtless, we all have our demons
Due to excuses or due to reasons
Darkness seems to lie in wait
In every shadow that we make
Children, though they bring a smile
Make demons line up single-file
As much a shield as I’d like to be
A monster may fall on them from me
What is it we are to do
When darkness spreads like the flu
Show the little ones how you present yourself
Then lovingly, carefully, show the ones stored on your shelf
December Rose 
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