As kids we came in when the streetlamps went on
Now we're out until they're off.
First the birds, then the train, then the sun, then sleep
The birds have sung
The train has come
And up is the sun
Wake up! It's time for bed.
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The Summer of Thunderstorms (Poetry)[Complete]
PoetryWord Count: 1750. ~~~ Mister Dean Lost, Disaster has struck. As the circle of life has repeatedly shown us, death follows life follows death. The dial has fallen back on death, but life is taking too long to show, and I'm afraid the train may hit me...
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