The Rave On
once up on a midnight
clearly...
while i yawned all weak
and...
barely over many a pain
too...
clear volumes from gutt'n
more...
and while i knotted nearly
rapping...
suddenly there came a
crapping...
and a rapping at the door
"this"...
i muttered "be my chamber
only"...
and not
a...
thing
more...
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2023
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