Across the interntional date line you are in my tomorrow.


The Midnight Hour



Sixteen hours ahead of time
you sleep in my tomorrow
a half a world apart
I loving you – iambic rhyme
long pierced by Cupid's arrow
another has your heart.



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 04:47

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Mother, hang up the MOUSE; the cat is DEAD!
by NotaDeadPoet