Keyboard
In the middle of the night,
I have much inspirational insight;
My hobby's been written expressively.
Excessively dancing onto the keys,
Typing is amusically quiet to my ears,
This clearly imagined into being
A dance floor known as a keyboard;
I shall never be bored for long,
For a song of little sound is near.
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