Bright Darkness: Provincetown Poems: The Spiritus

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Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Spiritus

When the night grows old And its time for sleep We know the morning's young And we should not sleep alone - So, we wait until the clock strikes one And we gather in the market square, The square to look and find, perhaps The one to ward off sleep. Pizza serving everywhere, But in the air the smell... Sign in to see full entry.

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