Category: Time
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A Mare of a Night
I sit and typeAnd in the lightI see the darkness appear The sound outsideMakes me want to hideIt’s raining heavily once more here The skies are fullAnd clouds are lowMaking the night grow darker Then out of the blackA bolt – a crack!As the scene grows ever starker
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The man who was almost Batman

He hated the attention. He hated the pointing, the laughter, the jeers, the “Where’s Alfred?” comments. He hated knowing that the latest movie was due for release, as it would all start again, although it had never really gone away. He tried to get away, but was always spotted by someone. He wasn’t a very…
