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Night time

Night is the time
That crawls in like 
slime
It is full of activities
That we celebrate 
with festivities.

Night it is that 
habours
All evils in the mind 
of  all that labours
Killings and kidnaps 
that are watertight
Are done secretly by 
men in the night.
Meetings and 
Machinations of any 
intent
Are done in the night 
to the heart's 
content.

Thence, I call on the 
sleepy friend
Stay awake for a 
part of the night
Even if the most 
bleary fiend
Disturbeth thee. And 
say a prayer not 
loose but tight!!!

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