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I am the night clerk I work the graveyard shift I've checked in many people Never saw anyone check out When they walk in the night bell rings I think What's all of that crazy thunder about I've checked in the wild and weary the tormented and scary The pious the martyrs the dancers the fishermen Even Bob & Ted Carol & Alice Clark Gable he stayed here too Everyone looks me in the eye pleading for a room, I have many the night is late only the dead are awake Some nights, though, it can be quiet I put my feet up on the desk watch another season of the soap opera The Young and The Restless There are no regulars No one returns Not even the dopers the smokers the flatulent the token takers When everyone is checked in That crazy thunder it stops But the night is long There's sure to be another storm.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
The Night Clerk
I am the night clerk I work the graveyard shift I've checked in many people Never saw anyone check out When they walk in the night bell rings I think What's all of that crazy thunder about I've checked in the wild and weary the tormented and scary The pious the martyrs the dancers the fishermen Even Bob & Ted Carol & Alice Clark Gable he stayed here too Everyone looks me in the eye pleading for a room, I have many the night is late only the dead are awake Some nights, though, it can be quiet I put my feet up on the desk watch another season of the soap opera The Young and The Restless There are no regulars No one returns Not even the dopers the smokers the flatulent the token takers When everyone is checked in That crazy thunder it stops But the night is long There's sure to be another storm.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
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