Going for Gold
Consecutive days,
yes, that’s what I seek.
Twenty in a row:
that’s nearly three weeks.
Just keep it alive,
you’ll groove it, I’m told.
But here’s what I know:
it’s just getting old.
The same could be said
for writing a verse.
Try hard though you may,
your efforts get worse.
Made it to twenty;
its gold for the win.
Rowing tomorrow?
Nah, I’m sleeping in!
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