I make a tent with my knees,
Dad's huge flashlight helps me see.
I smuggled my book to bed,
If I get caught, I'll be dead.
I know it has gotten late,
But these last chapters can't wait.
I close my book with a yawn,
Barely finishing by dawn.
What fun. I remember these nights, I usually had a western I was reading. What were you reading?
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