Poetry

Summer Bummer, 21 (173.)

Whoops, the night came on
so suddenly,
and words eked out
’til they were poetry,
and though they be a little late,
the count remains on track,
so please forgive this minor setback.

We shall resume normal programming
on the morrow,
so feel no sorrow –
the words will keep appearing,
and the summoner
will continue to grin.

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