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Night Reflection

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The year’s at the winter,

And the time’s at night;

Night’s at eleven;

The street’s emptied;

The moon’s on the sky higher;

The puppy’s in delight;

This day’s driven,

Equanimity’s welcomed.

Saturday, December 5th, 2015

 

 

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