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The lampshade looms
In the still of the night.
When I flick that switch
I begin my plight..A wander through darkness,
A stub on the toe,
A hand creeping upwards,
And me saying "NO!"I reach for my lampshade,
And try to turn it on
But the bulb has gone!
(Florence Lightingale)
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