night thoughts 4:18

A penny for your thoughts;
for good ones, I offer a nickel.
Sound advice is often fleeting.
Fate is oh so fickle.
Plans are made, without true
consideration, at 4:18 in the
morning. Promises made
through the silence of the
night, expire without a warning.

j.g.l.

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