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Cheerfully dedicated to my clueless, annoying stalker. Though 100 times more harmless than the one in the poem, I'll still gladly kick his butt any day. I know I'm going to need a lot of help with the grammar, because this is my first poem (yeah!) on YWS, and I'm still uncertain where periods and commas go and such. Thank you. 
Stalker, stalker,
following me,
outside my house,
and in my tree.
Binoculars
are in your hand.
Collect my hair,
you have a strand.
Peer through my windows
all the night.
To watch me sleep,
to give me fright.
I get phone calls
to sometimes hear
your heavy breathing
oh so near.
I told the school.
I told a cop.
No one's around
to make it stop.
I lock my doors,
and windows, too.
But I'm afraid
it won't stop you.
All through the night
you crawl and creep.
I don't know how
I get to sleep.
One night, I know,
you'll come right in,
prepared to take
your dirty sin.
But I'm not weak,
and I can fight.
A fact you'll learn
some fateful night.
So, I warn you,
lousy mutt,
you come near me,
I'll kick your butt!
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Yep, I'm definately going to need some help with this. Reviews, please!
