What waits in the EXit?
Looking for four eyes to appear
Leaving premises vacant
But one time a year;
Alas, light forces dominate
Putting off harbingers of doom
Flash in the pan-a near poet man
Black and white photograph of the room;
Awaiting the opportunity
To once again walk it's halls free
Through the residence of she and he
Paving the foundation for eternity;
Spell casters be forwarned
Upon this glib, guile filled night
Two days 'fore the morrow
Comes quickly your plight;
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