It is a cold night
The sky is so bright
Up there sits a full moon
It looks like a white balloon
It is quiet outside my window
I can see a dark shadow
Under the tall tree something is moving
It looks like s possum is clawing
It is close to midnight
The radio jockey just say goodnight
No one should be around by this time
Unless someone commits a crime
Being alone is miserable
Life is unpredictable
It may be another sleepless night
I try to find something to write!
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