No poem tonight,
My skin is tight
Too much sunlight --
I'll say goodnight.
From what I see,
Tomorrow will be
Completely free
To write about me.
I'll hole myself up
With a java cup
And I'll write nonstup
Till the moon comes up.
But as for now
I'm a sunburnt sow
With no clue how
To make this rhyme.
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