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The Midnight Hour
AK (07/31/66 / Albany NY)

The Midnight Hour

It’s the arrival of the midnight hour,
When the hands of the clock,
Join in prayer,
Praying for the peaceful repose,
Of today’s passing souls.

It’s a time when solitude,
Guides my hand in a game of solitaire,
And each flip of the cards,
Is a lesson to me,
In how to be,
Without being lonely.

Oh! solitude, Teacher, guide and friend of mine.
What is the time?
He Says, “ It is the midnight Hour”,
As chimes on the clock peel.
I say, “ I guess Its time for you to should Deal”.

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