Before me is an electronic page
That's crying out for fourteen little lines
And so I let my fingers set the gauge
And let my mind walk off in search of signs.
So four lines they appear beyond my grasp
And then another one and then one more,
I try to keep a hold but cannot clasp
And suddenly there's writ another four.
So four and four is obviously eight
So then of course there's only six to go
But that maths is a little bit too late
Because four more have come to say hello.
And now there's just the couplet left to do
Though I don't feel I've written much for you.
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