8-31-96
In the middle of the night, when the stars are out and bright,
One began to fall, from a spot very tall,
The star seemed to shot, colliding with another,
Far off in the distance, leaving behind all others;
An empty space in the sky, where the star used t lie,
Sits there alone, watching the others go by;
Waiting for the chance, t be relieved of death,
To be given life again and have the chance of breath;
As dat begins to rise and night goes into disguise,
The stars fade away, on their own surmise;
The night goes astray as the day comes into bay,
Night is night, day is day, there is nothing more to say.
8-31-96
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