Night, 8/6/09
At the end of the day, at the hour
The sun drops and shadows devour
Its withdrawing rays,
It at last breaks its gaze
Giving in to the night's waxing power.
A/B, See? 11/20/09
"I'm going to work" he explained The shirt he'd put on that day "Well you look to me Quite like a worker bee" "Actually, Dad, he said, "worker A."
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