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its not night

its not midnight

someone just turned out the lights

on my party

of one

 

its not bright out

its the fire blazing without a coal

in a hearth

with no screen

 

thats not a flower

its a **** with a smelly bloom

in a pasture

with no fence

 

im not a comedian

im only a guy with pratt falls pocketed

with a pun

and a play on words in hand

 

there is no love

there is only a trust between two

there is a kiss

a late night call

 

and sanity

there is no sanity

there is only a belief

a trust

in what cant be robbed

in what cant be...

what was i saying

 

what time is it?

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Written by
allan-jain-bonder
Published
Jun 14, 2014
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28·119
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11. its 11

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