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Days of November When It Never Get Light (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones Rain hits my slanted window
And I awake; the house makes sounds
To thwart my dream of sleep,
And even the World Service
Fails in its soporific task.
I tuck my blankets in well
Because I am afraid of falling out
And only flimsy bannisters
Separate me from the stairs
That lead down from my attic room.
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