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Oct 2015
The ceiling fan whirrs its way through the night
At some point the bed sheet becomes unbearably tight
And it's kicked to the bottom
Hot nights endured then quickly forgotten
Tossed and crumpled, kicked to the floor
Wrinkled and creased like a metaphor
And the fan in the ceiling whirring away
Sees too much and has too much to say.
Written by
Steve  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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