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Sitting all alone in a place that's called the night
with the clicking of a mouse he enters on the site
He searches on the pages looking for some clues
maybe in the words there's something he can use
A vixen all excited who's looking for some fun
a lady there in waiting or a man that's on the run
He reads there of a man who is shedding all his tears
for a woman who has left him after all these years
Down there at the bottom is a hater of all men
claiming that no one can know exactly where she's been
As he wades all through the rubble or stops to pick a lock
the only sounds he hears is the ticking of a clock
Should he let out all his demons or join with the contrite
should he be so cavalier and stay there hidden out of sight
should he gather all his weapons and start an ugly fight
as he reads he tries to pick what will suit his plate tonight
the choices are so many as he crawls on through the night
but he clicks on to the exit and then turns out the light.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006
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