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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

Dead of Night
There are always so many questions that we’ll never answer
So many answers we will fail to concede…
They’ll be moments of pleasure regretted ever after
No matter the excuses no matter the deed?
Being faithful and loving is now only a fantasy
Lived out by others on the glittering big screens
Our own lives made dull in a world full of make believe
Our morning refection asking “whom I’m to be”?
Love is now packaged and comes with a warning…
“divorce is beckoning… so play your cards right”.
Long nights once yearned for… now only bring nightmares
For the questions unanswered in the dead of the night.

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