Okay
Here's another blind write
No brain at work
Or thought behind
It's too late to think
At twenty to three
I'm half asleep
And I can barely see
Oh well
It's all okay
Today's little rhyme
Will come what may
I don't need my brain
Just need fingers
The words that fall
May not linger
Well that's it
I'm all done
Off to bed
Being tired is no fun
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