A daily rhyme would be sublime
but I don't seem to make the thyme
so I'm taking a break
until I awaken
the odd parts of mine
that will only eat bacon...
the effort was made
but resistance gets played
and I can't stand the flys in the ointment
or living with constant dissappointment.
So goodbye for now
until the cows come home,
or the chickens are back in their roost.
My writing will go back to the closet
but I'll be back
on the wings of the goose.
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