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Jonny was born of innuendo

Sly inside jokes about

That which bumps in the night

Boards creaking; Jonny

Doors slamming; Jonny

We laugh and shake our heads

As we settle boys into beds

Chuckling away small frights

Minutes tick toward midnight

I gently dim the last light

Ignoring the shadow

That sneaks toward the soft glow

As I sit sentry

Denying all entry

To Jonny and his ghostly

Innuendo

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