The Hickle lives beyond, never been gone.
He lives in a childs brain, never a stain.
Leaves a hole on the top leaving not even a drop
He is evil, he is darkness, he is gone, he is not there.
Where is he. The holes gone. Wait? It's dark, it's misty.
Help. What's happened. I'm in his home, this is wrong.
How'd I get here. What's this? A peom of some sort. A title. The Human...
The End
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