Napowrimo, you say.
A poem every day.
It’s best you don’t delay
Until you hit the hay
To decide what to parlay.
If you do wait to convey
A rhyming poetic display
The result might betray
The forced rhymes you slay.
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
Late night
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