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A short poem about the wee small hours.
Submitted:Jul 14, 2012 Reads: 27 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
It's 5am, hark!
I hear funk !(from the old man downstairs)
I bet everyone else is already drunk
(as usual)
So I'll write out a line
To pass on some time
And the old man won't end up in the trunk
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