With one whole month to spare it has arrived,
This sonnet should be last for this first year,
And yet it seems in discipline I've thrived,
And number three-six-five's already here.
So that means I am thirty-two ahead,
I must have had some troubles on the way,
It's often when I'm troubled that I've said
The things that I think best will fight decay.
Obviously it's numbers nothing more,
This whole thing's changed from when I started out
For now it's like an ever open door,
That I can look back through and clear my doubt,
And sonnets have become a part of life,
As much so as my house, my kids and wife.
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