Sky
The sky is high –
“Why?” I ask myself.
I’ve asked it before,
because I just wasn’t sure,
why the sky was that high.
This time I ask,
in my rhyme,
“Why am I…
awaiting a reply?”
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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