Slowly and solemnly the clock strikes twelve,
It is Midnight.
Everything seems to be under a spell,
It is Midnight.
Everyone is sound asleep.
It is Midnight.
Out of my covers do I peek,
It is Midnight.
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If everyone is sound asleep, why do out of the cover you peek?
ReplyDeleteAnd what is sooo daring about peeking from under you cover at midnight?
ReplyDeleteMy 0.95 cents worth!
For your information Ethan. All sorts of thing are happening at midnight. Or so the child in the poem thinks. So there!
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