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<b>A Silly Buffy Poem for the Midnight Hour 

</b><br>Brian - 

October 18 2001</p><p>









<CENTER><FONT face="Times New Roman" size=4><I>Buffy awakes with a feeling of 

fright,<BR>But her world is peaceful, white.<BR>There are no vamps to 

slay;<BR>No Demons to filet.<BR>Bad people are banished, gone.<BR>Her heart 

murmurs with forgotten song.<BR>She may be alone, an army of one,<BR>But she 

knows now her battle is done.<BR>Time to meditate and quietly sit,<BR>Why this 

is Heaven, I’m finally out of it.</I> 













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