Good Times

November 9, 2011
By PaulEarnest BRONZE, Southwick, Massachusetts
PaulEarnest BRONZE, Southwick, Massachusetts
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The fall of an ineffable night
Braced by the slight trembling in my knees
I call to my solitude, my only delight.
After dusk has come, no longer subject to decrees
I am no longer under your spell
Never more a slave to time.
Never before have I had these feelings so sublime
After an eternity in that laborious he**
From this experience, my struggles I can tell
Just so you can know, my dear,
Just how far I fell.
So my gift to you young child is my knowledge to Impart.
This life with surely break you down if you don’t have heart.

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