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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003

Heat of the Night

Floating down a tunnel
In a little wooden box
Shoulda trusted your instincts
Swallowed your pride
Until you ran dry
You turn on the TV
Drifting in cycles
In the depth of your soul
Someone captures your heart
Like a thief in the night
Calms the pain inside
Shoulda listened to me
But try as you might
You can't get a thing done
In the heat of the night

© 1999, Mosquitobyte

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