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Dotting Laureate
1 fine day an erstwhile aspiring
dotting poet laureate
Overcome by inner torment and
habitual thought
This ditty came to wrote
When 1 finds the sun behind
sadly no longer way out in front
Ever so steadily warming one's back
and dirty neck
And so too the torrent of regret
that makes 1 fret the splinter creaking
wooden board's under foot
Beware and very mindful to watch
out for the gap's as you step
Because it's easy to fall through
the crack's
And it's a long old way back up as
there are as many stairs to climb
To find yourself right back where
you began
Realizing you have reached your
ceiling and have finally attained
your level
And the only thing awaiting
after that
Is an untimely death
Hopefully then followed by an
everlasting eternal peace at last
Copyright ©
Christopher Flaherty
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