I'm meant to be writing one of these every day
A rhyming couplet, a stanza, a short
The pressure's too much, though nobody knows
So it's only in my own head I'm caught
I'd like to have some stamina, some staying power, some will
But the voices in my head remain thought
I don't regret the good intent, the time I've spent to take a pen
And write a verse or two or one or nought.
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