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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.
Up the ladder:
Wenches Wail
Down the ladder:
en el tiempo que era nina
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Posted: November 20, 2002 1:51 AM PST; Last modified: November 20, 2002 1:59 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0476813 Overall Rank: 6834 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.178.176.169
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20-Nov-02/8:50 AM
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Your title has a typo. the mood never builds.
Think. Feel.
Explore.
how many people alive currently between the ages of 10 and 50 know what the word soporific means? No really...stop laughing i'm serious.
<nick and bachus throw their drinks back and share a moment> God..it's times like these..you know? 179 view(s)
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