Caveat: Poem #3055 “The premonition”

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I start awake to a sudden sound.
Well, rather, the sound's memory...
the sound was a dreamed event.
Still, it made me sit up.
Awake, in moonlight.
What kind of sound?
A plonking.
Unknown
cause.

– a nonnet.


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