A Homecoming

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A knock on the door on a chilly night:
"It's me, your friend, do not take fright!
I've roamed the hills to find your street,
with nothing to drink and nothing to eat.
And here I stand under the moon,
in hopes that we'll go riding soon.
Now let me in from the dark of night!
Let's take some photos in the candle light..."










Yes, I've gone mad. Don't judge, it can happen to you.