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Powercut
You came unannounced.
Mocking my eyes into darkness
Trancelike the effects
The lights are off and out.
Now to contemplate
In silence and dread,
I turn turn to matches or a rechargeable
To answer for your will
What authorities should I ransom?
For plunging me into misery
What excuse is to be
The answer for this evening
Time to sit and muse,
In quiet, thought,
Lord how much I do lose
For every power cut
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