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A quiet dark night and a dark mind,

Filling the space around does he find.

Toss and turn and try to contemplate,

Of hell and heaven at an hour too late.

The twain are deceptive, metamorphose,

As does he, and the thought, his prose.

The written or the writer, whichever he may be,

‘Is the night dark or is it just me?’

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  1. June 28, 2009 at 6:49 AM

    I don’t know why I didn’t just subscribe to your blog in the first place. This is so nice. Will check back often now, but I meant what I said about posting more in FriendFeed. Either way, I’m a fan. OK, going to bed now. Josh is sawing logs and just chuckled in his sleep. :p

  2. June 28, 2009 at 6:35 PM

    Gosh! A fan!? Somebody rope me and bring me down from cloud 9! 🙂 I’m glad you like it Trish. I deeply appreciate your words. About posting more on FriendFeed, I’ve said it before; FriendFeed has almost become my blog. And whatever gap is left, is on way to being bridged.

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