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Nine O'Clock Sally

I got there early but Sally was gone. Nine Oçlock came early but not for Sally. The restaurant was closed. No one to rally. I left alone feeling empty; both in the dark and without lights. Clinging still; the morning stark. Later on; when I returned and greeted fast by Sally. Where were you this fair A.M. When I was here to tally? That is way too early said Sally now with zest. Making me feel quilty and putting it to rest. So; lay my Sally on her side and face her to the North. And pray she comes in early her food is to and forth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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