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Hallowed Saints Eve
What’s that?…out there behind the maple,
I will not see it if I don’t look out the window,
I’ll stay here with sheets pulled over my eyes,
I’m frightened by the night,
The lightless hours,
I wait here for the sun,
Under the blankets, where it’s warm,
What’s that sound…the damn cat!?!
Where’s my Louisville bat?
If, whatever it is, comes inside, I’ll give it a whack!
I lay back, close my eyes, trapping the voices inside,
If I sleep I will not hear the sounds it makes,
No mistake, I’d rather be awake, at guard, alive…
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2007-10-26
04:01:05
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Good observation, Jeff. I added the extra commas as an afterthought, just to slow it down a little.
2007-10-26
06:13:09 ·
update #1