It's Mine
To this inky square, I stake my claim,
it could be better - this torch to fame.
Telling little things, I think I know;
before, as for all, I have to go.
Best to write my tome, right now today,
if I wait too long, it'll step away.
Marching letters in a tidy row;
actors on some stage, I wince and show.
Edit arrows fly and sharply speak,
just as my boat floats, it springs a leak.
Doubting it'll sail past the test of time;
it's okay, no matter what, it's mine.
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