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On A Wednesday Before Easter

I.
Tapping- brisk dripping-
Tapping on my bed, as dark as the room is-
He sings not a song- such assumptions are costly-
Poking as he pokes pokingly not jokingly poking pokes.
Then vanishes at the slight protest from his victim-
Vanishes? Regroups perhaps.
Into the poor sap's head
To come out again, probably to pray.
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