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Who in their right mind likes the night shift?
Or better known as the graveyard shift
When all is quiet and everyone is sleeping
To me it doesn`t seem very appealing.

But other things go on in the night
When the moon is so big and bright
When the rest of us sleep in our beds
With nothing but dreams in our heads.

Like vampires, for people it is time to play
Games they choose will lead them astray
Daylight can`t provide the cover they need
This would only hinder and impede.

Clandestine meetings secret rendezvous`
All to be with the one that they choose,
A long distance telephone call
Secret whispers that will enthrall.

They get lost in the darkness of night
Together they`d be `til the morning light,
But reality comes with each new day
Time is up and they can`t stay.

Like the vampire disappears with the light
So they too must wait for the return of night
So they can be secretive all over again
The impatience they feel they can`t contain.

Yet you and I will sleep soundly unaware
While they carry on with their secret affair
We`ll wake refreshed and ready for the day
When asked why they`re tired they act blasé.

So there is more than one graveyard shift
A working one and one to lead you adrift,
But I would rather sleep in my bed
Where nothing but dreams fill my head.

copyright©2010 Elsie

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