Don't really want to write a sonnet now
But, then again, perhaps, maybe I do,
I like to lay my thoughts out in a row
And play some little rhyming games with you.
It's lovely at the ending of the day
To have a chance to think of all I've done
To do this thing that never fades away
A little puzzle I can do for fun.
It's nice to put the brakes on for a bit
The days run by so fast that I get lost,
I aim my gun all day but never hit
The mark. And at what self inflicted cost?
It's nice to write a poem now and then
And let my thoughts bleed out inside a pen.
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