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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

In the Wee Hours

The lights are off, I'm all alone
everyone else is sleeping
but my blissful dreams I do postpone.
The lights are off, I'm all alone
the noises but a soft dull drone
in another room I hear a distant beeping.
The lights are off, I'm all alone
everyone else is sleeping.

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