A blooming loud,
Knocking fast and aloud,
Snatching inside the clock,
The night is falling as flock.
Stronger and again,
Passing up and rangy as ben,
Easier to catch like lily-livered hen,
Hours of mentation and contriving.
Leaving behind,
A bequest and gift,
To grogenies and planetary.
The Night Hours are looming.
@I'm Nothing But No One@
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