The 100th Goodnight
Coming close to curfew, keep count the flock
as they kick and kink over the picket
Rescind to limber my pick, remit the vigil
for I commit and sit vigilant awith
Dismiss the abyss, as I shall not remiss
and I leave you with this...
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