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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Midnight Stone

It's the Midnight Stone,
The kind you get when you live alone.
Fancying darkness beyond a lamp,
You question your castle's foundation in camp
And breathe the oily midnight damp!
Posted by Augustus Franklin at 5:24 PM

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