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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Observation - August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday

It was dark, deep dark
In the middle of the night
The witching hour passed

My cat is sleeping
She is curled up on her chair
She does little else

There is a rattle
Noises come from the upstairs
The house is creaking

A car rolls past, bass
Booming down the avenue
The bars have let out

I woke too early
I came to my desk to write

My fingers tapping


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