While checking out a website
Where my poem appeared in print,
I had to do a double-take,
My scrunched up eyes a’squint.
For there before me were my words,
Which everyone could see,
But one phosphorescent typo
Sat there looking back at me.
I’d read it over, checked it twice,
Like Santa’s song suggested;
But somehow I’d mistyped a word
And nobody’d protested.
I made a fast...
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