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On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour
The clock at tick-tock - appears a flower
On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour.
Green eyes scan the darkest blue; and brown eyes,
On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour.
Fuzzy figures all about the dusk-ing
On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour.
Brown spots on leaves; and Autumn wrinkled skin,
On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour.
Fateful showers begin with lightning-will.
On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour
The poet, wary, very still, shivers
On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour.
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Kim Rodrigues
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