Twas the night before Beta
and all through the house
Not a Seager was resting
except George, in his house.
Her clothes were laid out-
ready for some early, cold air –
The pee stick was set
(She’d dream two lines would appear)
So many, many, nights
like this in her past.
Would this time be different?
She finds out tomorrow, at last.
Now off to bed
Would she get any sleep?
Regardless of outcome, her faith she will keep.
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