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The End of the Day

When the sun finally takes his final bow,

I am aware that some people are great and beautiful poets, and i thought I would try something a bit more serious rather than my usual whimsical stuff

When the sun finally takes his final bow,
Exiting beneath the horizons mask.
As the daytime world goes to rest,
The creatures of the night stir their soul.
The owl ghosts through the sky,
The silent ruler of the night.
As the moon comes to rule the heavens,
While the stars twinkle in approval,
Its time for,
a Dominos Pizza…
or maybe a kebab,
but not one that looks like an elephants leg,
and just lettuce and tomato on it,
please.

2,857 replies on “The End of the Day”

Он знает, где и как прятаться, он сооружает укрытия, он прекрасно
контролирует обстановку, его не видно, он не уходит далеко от дома, у
него есть средство последнего шанса — и ещё
eight щупалец, которые можно
терять при случае.

I do not know if it’s just me or if everyone else encountering issues
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Thanks

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