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Can'T Make Hay

I'm not writing a poem today
Absolutely nothing to say
Sometimes words are to hard too slay
So why write when I can can't make hay
Sorry my muse is gone away
She'll come back with a little sway
Sun is calling me out too play
So that is all--what can I say
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Pandit Avatar
November 6, 2022 at 9:21 AM
Enjoyed the mono rhymes and sound of your poem, Steven.
Young Avatar
November 6, 2022 at 1:44 PM
Thank you, Vijay.
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