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Oct 2017
The lights switch off.
The gloomy moon sets in its sleep.
The snoring of people struck through the night.
He dreams of being a knight.

The sun rose up.
The flowers stand straight.
He gets up from his bed
Yawns and remembers.

Morning has rose.
By Louis Watts.
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