I don't mean to take away from the seriousness of your story,
but I would like to post a little poem about these MIB's if I may.
I guess I am not really giving anyone a choice here, as I will
go ahead and post it. If the Mods would like to remove this poem,
please do so and I will understand. Thanks!
THE MIB's
The MIB's are void and stark
they creep upon us in the dark.
They morph to shapes that tend to shock,
upon which foot to place the sock?
They drive around in cars of old,
they care not if hot or cold.
Upon their eyes their dark lens shine,
without a warning they say "You are mine".
They leave as fast as they came in,
"We'll see you soon, and then again".
They get into their Cadillac,
"Don't say a word, or we'll be back".
They leave you breathless and quite numb,
upon which night will they come?
They leave like thieves in the night,
they care not for your grief and fright.
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