Friday, February 17, 2012

Morning

In this morning, dark and dreary, while I lie there, weak and weary,
Languid clockface creeping onward to the hour of my rise,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'WTF,' I softly muttered, 'is tapping at my chamber door?
I really want to sleep some more!"

It ended up being nothing.  Nothing at my chamber door.

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