In the wee small hours
when all good people do sleep
a poem did creep.
It crept all around
seeking a place to gestate
into a sonnet.
However, when pushed,
the poem just decided
to be three haiku.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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A little poem in the night
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Graeme Sandford 