ODE TO A SLOW NIGHT
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Things were so quiet,
In the city tonight.
No drunks to arrest,
Not a ticket in sight.
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There was not a call,
For acci to do.
Boy was it slow,
Am I telling you.
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So here is our sheet,
For you to peruse.
There sure isn’t much,
And really no news.
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Nitey night to you all,
Don’t work hard today.
I’ll be home sleeping,
What more can I say.
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At last this is done,
I’ll bet you’re real glad.
And so home I go,
To my little pad.
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Bye Bye boys!!!
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P.C. 664 T. J. Gowdyk (82-09-18) (2)
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