Time On My Hands
Do deadlines and due dates
ever rattle my brain
No, no - I'm a poet
It's not fair to complain
I’m free to sit
and dream up ideas
Or try my wit
my reader to please
O, lucky me
with time on my hands
When the hourglass drains
~ just flip the sand
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