Who Let Frank Out? A Childhood Memory… stationeryWho Let Frank Out? A Childhood Memory Frank the cat, is at my feet, He paws at my door when monsters creep. I let him in, fall fast in his fuzzy embrace, Frank on my belly, his pads on my face. Scared 'cause the Creepers were loud in the night, We huddle cuddle, blankets pulled tight. By morning, my mother would come in, soft and sweet, She'd pick him up, "Oh Baby, do you want something to eat?" No words for me, just silence and space, No lie, Frank
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