Penny Poem: Midnight

two minutes in the morning,

In midnight’s creeping

I get out of bed silently,

I do so To keep my Mrs’s sleeping

The truth to my Midnight escapades

Lies in thought on productivity.

I may see many dark night shades,

But I am capable of great capacity.

The night is silent,

so I may think and create.

To better the mind set,

To make a heavenly estate.

My midnight escapades may be dark and full of fear

But the truth ultimately is: In Midnight the light is most clear.

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