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In The Night

                                                                              JUDY SCRIBNER·

                                    You again? Yes, 'tis I.
                                   Here like you, and I sigh
                                   Around the block I'll keep my beat
                                   Hear the monotone Of my feet?

I'

I Diagonally?

                                   Ah, an expedient waste Of time!
                                   I'll end my round and start again
                                   Swathed in musings Of my glory,
                                   Reveries tinged with qualm.

                                   It's four a.m.-I hear a Sound
                                   My body-:
                                  A silken coolness does surround
                                  And indeed, it's there-this pounding sound,
                                   Questing, nervous, and startled.
                                  Ensnared it is, as in a pit,
                                  It should be free, I do admit,
                                  And yet the silken coolness
                                  Confines me to the Spot
                                  And like an invalid-the poundings I forgot.

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