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How I Spent Thursday Night
Night’s wings are silent swift, fleeing as Verse
dresses in red silk, luring away a mind
meant to finish preparations to nurse
literacy in the youth of mankind.
Mental acrobatics (and good balance)
fail as midnight slips by, stealing away
psychical worksheets unacknowledged chance
to increase children’s prowess in word play.
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