Night is still
The night is still,
Air has a bit of a chill,
Coyotes across the street,
Howling like crazy looking for some meet,
Lance scratching at them door,
An owl flys over looking for more,
I go inside and turn some toons on,
Next thing I know its dawn.
Maby tomorrow ill get some sleep
Right knowb My thoughts are really deep
Three hours latter I'm thinking what the hell am I listing to,
My tv is about to meet my shoe,
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