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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Poem: Night

by Anthony W

Flow freely tears of joy;
Now of all times have come,
To sit and reach at the stars above.
All the nights we speak of this
A night so clean and crisp,
Wind so gently on our lips.
Then repose to silent sleep
Under the moon we creep.

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