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No Hurries, No Worries
As I think about it, it's only fair
that Matt should get the electric chair.
In three minutes of time, I wove pure gold
and waited several weeks to be told.
Seriously, I have him to thank
for not telling me my poem stank.
We should find it in our hearts to forgive.
Oh, the ignominy he must outlive.
I must kindly thank him, before I'm done
for his contests, creative and fun.
Here it is, Matt! Here's my latest rhyme.
Have mercy on me and take your time.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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