Midnight
by admin on Dec.31, 2012, under Syndicated from the Web
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It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By artist Grant Wood.
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