I wrote a poem

I was writing a poem,

it wasn’t that good;

but, even so,

I had to finish it,

as a proper poet should.


I honed it to perfection,

made it absolutely the best,

a cut above your average,

a thrust above the rest…


… then I accidentally deleted it,

‘Whoosh!” and it was gone;

never to be written the same way;

but, its loss,

not to be dwelt upon.


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