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Rain beats at my window,

As the day it slowly dies,

As midnight slowly approaches,

I'm cold I realize.For long I've sat at keyboard

Typing words onto screen

It seems as if no time,

And yet for hours writing I've been.

And I turn on the heater,

I get up from my chair,

I stretch and yawn, look in the mirror

Laugh at my reflection there...

And on the screen, to be on paper,

These words I wrote be they many of few,

As much as the mirror,

Are a reflection of me too!