Dreary Dark Night

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    Dreary Dark Night
    It was a dreary dark night
    things didn't end quite right
    lost and abandonded
    trapped mulling over my plight

    It would not get bright
    spewing out words all in spite
    hurt and desolute
    enraged no one would win this fight

    The would be no light
    with no know resolution in sight
    beat and worn
    accepted this inevitable fright

    It took one last bite
    with the last of my might
    wrecked and desperate
    prayed everything would turn out right

    Suddenly and to my delight
    these cords of pain were no longer tight
    free and joyful
    prayers answered everything is white

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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