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Jan 16
If I lay
Still in
The darkness
Of night
I can hear the
Rhythmic sound
Of the clock
I time in
My mind
The tic after the
Last tock
The soothing
Sound of
Singing in
The wind
Even the
Churning of
My stomach
Making rounds
The yapping of
A dog far
The street
Stillness fills
The air
And an angel's
Waiting to.
Be heard
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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