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Days of November When It Never Get Light

by Nicholas Jones

Member since 2002 · Posted 20 Nov 2002 · Edited 20 Nov 2002 · 3 comments

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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[4] god'swife 20-Nov-02/8:50 AM Reply
Your title has a typo. the mood never builds.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 20-Nov-02/1:22 PM Reply
Think. Feel.

Explore.
[9] Bachus 16-Jan-03/12:18 AM Reply
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?