In the Dark of Night
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In the dark of night
we come out
to play.
Our wicked ways
and us alike,
known by few
to none,
because
we can't ruin the fun.
(Poems I've wrote some old and some new.)
Look at chapter 0.5 for copy right details for my poems and book. **I might change this so be sure to check back with chapter 0.5 in case I have.**
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