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Monday, December 31, 2012

Midnight

It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By artist Grant Wood.

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