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I hold out the keys,
Walking with understanding,
To unlock wisdom.
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Down the motorway,
With midnight fast approaching...
Round the roundabout–
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Puce, navy, stained green.
Dark sky– the end of twilight,
The stars won't twinkle.
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Twig snaps in pitch black,
A sinister boogeyman?
No, just a rabbit!
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Trees transform to spears,
Or mossy headstone maybe-
Deceased guardians.
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The riverside walk,
Just beyond the gathered tree,
What about sunlight?
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Let me go outside,
Rats by the night and by day...
Scurrying squirrels.
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