Slowly it sneaks
Like a monster it crawls,
And silently it snatches
All in its claws.
It covers the sun
And shadows the streets.
Night has come
To the city that sleeps.
(c)Gwen Beauregard - 1956 - All Rights Reserved
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- Gwen Beauregard
- Montreal, Quebec, Canada
- i wrote some books and gave away library. i like to think that every poem is a love poem. i believe that "No" is a full sentence. i used to collect old books and young cats. i don't like noisy people, places or things. my three favourite words: yes, please, thank you. my favourite punctuation mark is the colon: i have a beautiful cat, a bicycle, an old typewriter, and a ladle. these things make me happy.
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