UP PAST THE DAWN
Mephistopheles here. It's Friday again,
and they're loading trucks by the ramp.
I hear the clang of metal straps and the
slap of wooden pallets. My horned-Devil
escapade begins. I'm up way past the
dawn with a million things to do.
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Today I shall go to Lawnside. There's a little
museum there, of the Underground Railroad.
It's a fascinating little spot like a shack on
the side of a neighborhood road - no one
would ever suspect those black shadows
at night. I'm up way past the dawn and
it's getting too light.
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