So I sit down to write
even though the timings tight
There is so little time
to even think of rhyme
So many things to do
and I am stuck with you
I promised self last night
that today I'd write
Other people's poems
often read like tomes
I want my lines to run
and frolic very lightly
so once you've left the page
you'll come back, maybe nightly?
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