The Midnight Man
The midnight man always looked up at the clock before he went to bed he fed his flock. When midnight came he looked up at the stars, two minuets later it started to rain. His binoculars all wet, his shirt now soaked, when he went to his garage, he grabbed his boat. He took his boat out to the water and moments later the rain was calmer. After his boat ride he looked at his watch, wasn’t paying attention and dropped his squash. The midnight man was very obnoxious, was very energetic and very anxious. The next hour came and midnight began, he looked at his clock and said let’s do all this again.
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