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  • Other Poetry Re: Up at night

    Days gone by Nights have flied Wishes have been dreamt Prayers left unsaid Everyone is sleeping Everyone but you Creeping around Up and down Worrying to the ground Pacing around ...

    Dec 5, 2004


The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.
— Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune