I have to write a sonnet now but I
Am pretty tired it's been a long, long day
Sometimes I am so happy I could cry
And other times I wallow in dismay.
No views, no views, no views nothing to lose
No chance that anyone really gives a shit
So I'll write what I want and what I choose
And know that no one else is reading it.
So this is what I'd like to say to you,
The me that's reading this in future time,
The things you treasure most I'm trying to do
The hardest things are often most sublime.
D'you see the date above this little verse?
You're fit and well and things could be much worse.
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