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by Fifi Feb 12, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
In the quiet of the classroom, The clock still ticked; Like it’s a weapon – Never been nicked. In the stillness of the Kitchen, The fridge hums on; The oven is cold – The cooks have gone. In the darkness of the playground, The moon shines bright; One owl hooting, In the cold, dark night.