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The Old Observatory
I pulled open the door and then found out
Any noises I made would be drowned out
By talk and music and clattering chairs
Echoing up from the foot of the stairs—
Like a raucous party in a frat dorm:
Now I’d scare them for hiding the platform!
I stealthily crept down to the landing,
Where shadows draped the spot I was standing.
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