A proper poem – well, let’s see how this goes

The morning arrives

upon many lives

upon this random planet;

lots of people

have the same name –

there’s over a million called Janet.


Sun rises above,

all extremities between hare and love,

rich and poor, open and shut…


And I just sit here

and write my trite verse;

well, it could have been worse.


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