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It was another quiet night And the flickering lights Outside, shone in his window. He got up from bed And heard a cry. Rapidly goes down the stairs And not a speck of thump Can be heard. He opened the kitchen door And started cleaning The unfinished chores With a racing heartbeat.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
Quiet Night
It was another quiet night And the flickering lights Outside, shone in his window. He got up from bed And heard a cry. Rapidly goes down the stairs And not a speck of thump Can be heard. He opened the kitchen door And started cleaning The unfinished chores With a racing heartbeat.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 4:28 AM UTC
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