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Noted
June 25, 2016
When did I
wake up last night?
I do not know
the time.
Oh well.
I sat up, shook myself,
and began to write
this rhyme.
It started out
with shaking hands,
and an almost-run-out
pen, and I knew
my words
would be its last.
It would never
write again.
It had been
a trusty friend.
Should I let this
one thought go?
No,
I'll make it good,
I said,
and settled down
to do
just so.
© Daniel H., Durham, NC
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