My nightlife

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I woke last night with poetry
And wrote until my pen went home
My midnight bookshop overflowed with life;
A paper sea waved anew.
When I woke in the night with poetry
I felt like it was waking too.
I’d spent all my years with stories
Like there’d never be another tome
Each more vast than the last –
Wider than the Sargasso Sea
For I spent my years with stories
Because they spent their pages with me.

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