today was praising of me,
full of exactitudes and song;
poems came too easily.
tonight is different,
full of possibles and song;
sleep will come too soon.
today was praising of me,
full of exactitudes and song;
poems came too easily.
tonight is different,
full of possibles and song;
sleep will come too soon.
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