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Monday 7 September 2015

At Least A Billion... & One

Towards the sleep
Who knows who of you are sleeping
Not a peep
From those of you who love peeping

I take the giants leap
To the sleepers on the rail track
Learn to earn my keep
With the grim-reaper at my back

Towards the sleep
Who knows what secrets you are keeping
Not too steep
For the first, fleet-of-foot, past weeping

I take the minnows creep
To the quieter, dust and darker corner
Learn to slowly fall in deep
Become at one with the candlelit mourner


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