Awake at night
I’ll try to write
the things I try to think
Compose a poem
but how to know
that folks won’t think it stinks
Graceful lines
or twisted tines
a most imperfect draft
While some create
ships awful great
mine’s a tattered craft
I’ll mend the sails
and polish rails
tonight sleep not a wink
In ‘morrow’s day
get underway
and hope to sail not sink.
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