Sitting here, late at night
I'm wondering what I should write
Something serious, something funny?
Or something witty and uncanny?
I realise I'm halfway there.
Using little poetic flair
It seems to flow best when in doubt
The thoughts I think are written out
No need to strike, not much to pause
No special purpose, theme or cause
I'm sure you see I love to rhyme
I don't care much for keeping time
I guess I'm done for tonight
I am relieved at the sight
Creative energy wisely spent
Hopefully I wont repent
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