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 © | Year Posted 2023

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